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Elle
Alec’s words seem to float in a word bubble by his mouth, like he’s a cartoon instead of a person.
A troll has broken in through the back of the warehouse.
Seeing cartoon bubble talk? That makes it official. I am beyond stressed-out today. Yet another telltale sign of my anxiety is how I still can’t believe Alec’s words, despite the fact that I still see them in a cartoon talk bubble.
“Trolls?” I ask. “How?”
“I noticed some vials in the kitchen. There’s only one purpose for these particular containers. Your stepmother is a potion master, yes?”
“Sure.”
“They’re closely aligned with trolls. We better go.”
Now, I know we should leave. Yet my feet feel rooted to the spot. Blackaverre betrayed me. She lured me here to let me know Marchesa’s plan to ruin my life, followed up by
