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The next thing I know, I’m crouched on a metal grating. Humans stroll all around. For some reason, the air tastes like exhaust fumes and lemon. A bit of sun peeps out from the clouds overhead.
My hazy brain tries to process this fact. We never get direct sunshine in Purgatory. I must have reached Earth.
Someone crouches beside me. It’s Cissy. Thank Heavens.
A few humans have started pointing in my direction.
Cissy leans in closer until we’re almost nose to nose. “Myla, are you all right?”
“Mostly.” The word comes out garbled, even to my ears.
Cissy glances nervously over her shoulder. “Those humans saw you appear out of nowhere. They’re freaking out.”
“Tell them I’ve been here for ages and be snippy about it. When it comes to the supernatural, humans never believe what they see.
