EZRA Anna—or whatever her name really was—lifted her chin at me. Her face was still unreadable, like she didn’t feel anything at all. “Go on,” she said. I obeyed her, slowly taking off my clothes. Just as I turned to fill the bathtub, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stopped. My hair looked wild, like a bird’s nest. My beard was thick, long, and untamed, spreading all over my face. My eyes were red, bloodshot from not sleeping. I didn’t even know how I’d managed to go without sleep for this long, but honestly, anyone in my position would be just as restless. She was right, I probably smelled awful. Once the tub was full, I turned around but she had vanished. Stupid witch and her disappearing tricks. Then, without warning, she appeared again, this time right in front of me. She handed me a rose-scented bath bomb. That blank expression she wore earlier was gone. Now her face held something different. It was playful and a little dangerous. That strange, wild light had
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