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A round face loo the bed covers and yanking the If I’d lost control, it would’ve blasted the intruder across the room

“Good , Miss Ironheart” Cyra, the mythical phoenix who lived in Ivy House but wasn’t officially a member of the team yet, clearly hadn’t learned the rules of personal space She s within the soft light frohtly blue sheen It struck lasses over her jade-green eyes

I lifted my head and squinted at her “Do you have any lenses in those glasses?”

She laughed and straightened up Fire curled into the air froers onto the bed and floor

“Oh, whoa” I scooted away, only then noticing the presence at the end ofon the corner of the mattress, its painted-on baby face turned down in sorrow It held a glass of water “No!” I kicked at the doll, but the bed was too long for ain “No dolls on my bed No dolls—”

A spot on my comforter blackened before a tendril of smoke rose into the air S forward The one at the end of my bed skittered toward me

Fear quickened my heart I threw out a hand to blast it away, but it tossed the water at lass and all Water slapped e More liquid splashed up fro me crossways

“I’ atout the little flames the dolls had missed My comforter slipped down, and I quickly hauled it back up to my chin “Cyra, away How ets special privileges because he brings me coffee”

“Yes” She gestured to the nightstand beside the bed “I have brought you coffee It is scalding hot, just like you like it”

“No…” I groaned