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Gabriel wasn’t sure whether he should allow himself to breathe. “You will? You’ll really help us?”
“Yes,” Elena said. She folded the piece of paper with the spell and slid it into her jeans pocket. Now her gaze slid toward Ava, as if she knew her cousin was the person she needed to appeal to next. “But you need to do something for me in exchange.”
“Um, sure,” Ava replied quickly, although she looked troubled as she spoke. No doubt, she was worrying whether she was making promises she couldn’t keep.
Something about Elena’s posture seemed to relax. “I want you to get me out of here.”
“That’s not a problem,” Ava told her. “Your family shouldn’t be keeping you here anyway. I mean, you’re an adult, right?”
“I’m almost twenty-three,” Elena said. “But you know how it is in witch families
