#Chapter 55: Missing

Sienna, Delia, and I all watch the growing hole on the floor until it finally stops hissing. As I place the now-empty teacup back on the table, I’m positively fuming. Delia looks pissed too, but I’m sure for different reasons. She likely wanted me dead. Sienna seems utterly indifferent to the whole ordeal now.

“Well,” she says. “It was a longshot. But you can’t blame a girl for trying.”

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