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“What’s going on?” Hollace sauntered through the open bedroorace to step to the side rather than approach the bed Leaning against the wall, he crossed his large ar with a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular forearoyle and the last being dead

A pang hit ht me so much in such a short period of time Before Elliot Graves had killed him

I pushed the thought away before any of the attached rage or guilt could drag me under Elliot had only killed Sebastian because ofafter, he’d amended his causal invite to meet for a drink I was now invited to his residence, the exact location to coes, the number of total attendees and who they were not disclosed, to co show The invite had been vague at best, and now Nia only bits and pieces at a time For example, she’d found out that the residence seemed to be some sort of collection of tunnels within a mountain, possibly with li beyond To say I was on edge about it was a vast understatement

Hollace kicked out, an al across the floor

I s away i probably would beneath Cyra’s lava-dripping elbows “Cyra, stop shedding fire!”

“Oops” She laughed again and yanked her arhter Little droplets of fire sprayed out

The doll on the bed ran for the glass next to my ribs

“Gross, get—” I kicked, connecting with it this ti it to the floor with a thunk They were helpful when it came to Cyra’s unconscious droplets of fire, but they were still ani them around all the time, especially when I first woke up

The rest of the dolls ran to the bathroo for more water

“What’s going on?” Ulric jogged in, his pink and blue hair spiked and his lithe fra? Oops Those dolls are failing in their duty Look at this—five spots of fire” He staet the floor redone at this rate”