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“Fetch what?” Mae asked, wary
Her lanced back over her shoulder, her perfect poise restored, and said, “Since guns don’t work and the police can’t be involved, I thought itmy sword”
When Annabel and Jaered beside Gerald and pulled out her knife
It glinted in her hand, sharp and bright in the shadows of the hall, and she remembered how it had felt to slide it into a iven her, how unexpectedly tough the flesh and hosts of old dreams
And she still had to do it Mae knelt down on the cold floor of her hoer than she was used to thinking of him, scarlet mark at his temple and mouth soft with sleep, just a boy not much older than Alan
She raised the knife
Gerald’s eyes snapped open, violently blue in the shadows Mae sprang up and away fro herself out the door and into the backseat of the car
“Drive!” she shouted, and Annabel drove with a churning rattle of gravel, ician and toward the battle
They were on the M42 rip on the world of
They weren’t going fast enough There had been a breakdown that caused a traffic jam and lost them too much tirounds that being stopped by the police would hold theer
Logic was not really holding up for Mae when the sun see It dipped behind a cloud bank, and all she could see in the golden haze of sun and cloud was Sin and the Goblin Market people who had trusted her
She kept trying to call Nick and Alan
By the tiot to the hundred and thirtieth iteration of “The customer must have their h to smack the back of the seat
“Mavis,” Annabel said warningly
“If you’d let me learn to drive, you wouldn’t have to be here, and I’d be there already!”
“If I’d let you learn to drive, I would never have seen you again,” said Annabel “You would have driven off to Glastonbury and lived up a tree or so”
Mae didn’t kno to handle this new idea of Annabel, as hardly ever around herself, wanting her daughter at houy to drivemean because you never liked me”
It wasthat way
“I did like you!” Annabel said in a very sharp voice “I know I never did it right Roger said that I was an unnatural inal, and I just wanted to get back to work because I knehat to do there I didn’t knohat to do with a baby It wasn’t your fault, though It wasn’t either of your faults It was mine”
“Hey, Annabel,” Mae said, and punched her rip I don’t like babies either” She paused and thought for a moment “Is that why you called me Mavis?”
“I don’t understand,” Annabel told her “Mavis is a beautiful name It always suited you”
“Did you call me Ja at hisat her that way ever since she showed up with the golf club of great justice
“No, dear, that was after your great-uncle James, and then the wretched man left all his money to the whales anyway”
“Oh,” said Ja named after an environhts on so much”
It was almost a niceany secrets and none of thery with one another, but then Mae noticed that the sun was painting the clouds orange instead of gold, and she tried Nick’s nuain with a fresh and terrible burst of panic Her breath was coainst the back of her ulps
“This Alan Ryves character, he had no business telling you his plans,” Annabel said “It wasn’t fair of him”
“Oh no, Mureat, you’ll see”
“I don’t trustnice isn’t the saood”
“Yeah,” Jamie said, arms crossed over his chest and eyes dark Mae reached out and touched his sore wrist carefully, and he s about Alan Soood, or—or they’re sonice is the same Alan knows the difference He just tries really hard to be nice, because he’s afraid that he’s not good at all”
Mae had to get back to taking deep, slow breaths because she thought of the terrible ood because he couldn’t believe he was
A terrible thought struck her If Alan told Nick that he was sorry and he wouldn’t do it, Nick would believe hied Alan; he would be happy to believe anything Alan said
And if Alan was lying and trapped Nick in the circle anyould Nick do?
Mae clutched the back of her mother’s seat so hard that she felt her bones start to vibrate in ti of the car
“Please,” she said, holding on “Annabel Please hurry”
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“Fetch what?” Mae asked, wary
Her lanced back over her shoulder, her perfect poise restored, and said, “Since guns don’t work and the police can’t be involved, I thought itmy sword”
When Annabel and Jaered beside Gerald and pulled out her knife
It glinted in her hand, sharp and bright in the shadows of the hall, and she remembered how it had felt to slide it into a iven her, how unexpectedly tough the flesh and hosts of old dreams
And she still had to do it Mae knelt down on the cold floor of her hoer than she was used to thinking of him, scarlet mark at his temple and mouth soft with sleep, just a boy not much older than Alan
She raised the knife
Gerald’s eyes snapped open, violently blue in the shadows Mae sprang up and away fro herself out the door and into the backseat of the car
“Drive!” she shouted, and Annabel drove with a churning rattle of gravel, ician and toward the battle
They were on the M42 rip on the world of
They weren’t going fast enough There had been a breakdown that caused a traffic jam and lost them too much tirounds that being stopped by the police would hold theer
Logic was not really holding up for Mae when the sun see It dipped behind a cloud bank, and all she could see in the golden haze of sun and cloud was Sin and the Goblin Market people who had trusted her
She kept trying to call Nick and Alan
By the tiot to the hundred and thirtieth iteration of “The customer must have their h to smack the back of the seat
“Mavis,” Annabel said warningly
“If you’d let me learn to drive, you wouldn’t have to be here, and I’d be there already!”
“If I’d let you learn to drive, I would never have seen you again,” said Annabel “You would have driven off to Glastonbury and lived up a tree or so”
Mae didn’t kno to handle this new idea of Annabel, as hardly ever around herself, wanting her daughter at houy to drivemean because you never liked me”
It wasthat way