∆∆∆ Lala “Who the heck are you in that body? ’Cause the witch of Oakwood doesn’t give up that easily…” The voice comes from somewhere to my left, smooth, sarcastic, and so damn familiar that my heart skips. For a second, I think I’m imagining it, but when I turn my head toward the faint glow of the corridor light, I see her. Rhea. She’s leaning against the bars of the cell beside mine, her wild curls falling around her face, her eyes glinting with that same mischievous light I remember. Her grin is the same too sharp, lazy, and dangerous grin. I blink a few times before I laugh under my breath. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” “In the flesh, baby,” she says, raising her brows. “Well… what’s left of it. You look like hell.” “You don’t look like heaven yourself,” I shoot back, dragging myself closer to the bars. “How long have you been here?” “Long enough to hear your mouth the second you got thrown in,” she says, smirking. “I was gonna keep quiet, but then you started s
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