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CHAPTER TWELVE

When Caitlin opened her eyes, she found herself looking up at a ceiling. It was so high, so far away from her, and she noticed it was beautifully painted in a fresco. She was so disoriented, she tried to remember where she was. She felt that she was lying on her back, and felt that her head was in someone’s lap. Immediately, she remembered.

She looked up, blinking, to see who it was, her heart racing.

But staring back down at her was not Caleb.

It was Polly.

Caitlin sat up quickly, shaking off the cobwebs, looking all around.

“Finally,” Polly said. “I thought you’d be out forever. What happened?”

Caitlin looked all about the room, scanning the masks of the crowd that was quickly petering out. A pang of terror raced through her.

“Where is he?” Caitlin asked.

“Who?” Polly asked.

She scanned the room again. No. This could not be happening. Not again.

Caitlin thought back. She tried to remember the moment when he lifted the mask. Looking into his eyes.

It hadn’t been Caleb. And
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