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Authors: H.B. Gilmour, Randi Reisfeld
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the grinning moonfaced girl. She was Sersee’s most loyal lapdog. “She’s kind of hard to miss,” the violet-eyed witch added.
Hard to miss? Was the queen of mean dissing her faithful stooge? Epie was chubby but not grotesque — except in the friends she chose. The plump girl tried to laugh now but her face had turned crimson. “At least let me say sorry about what happened last time.” She continued gamely, “You remember me, right?”
How could Cam forget? Epie was the most clueless of the Furies. As trusting and devoted to Sersee as their third partner, Michaelina, was wily and cunning. The three had been formidable enemies. “We got punished for what we did,” Epie informed her, as if that now made it all right, the slate wiped clean.
She’s cute, man!
One of the warlocks, a kid withlong dark brown hair and full lips, was giving her silent props. He introduced himself as Rowan. His friend, a boy with a long face and sour expression, was Serle.
That left one other young witch, a gray-eyed girl with straight chin-length dark hair, who was not just looking at Cam but intently studying her. Where had Cam seen her before?
The girl grinned suddenly. “I’m Amaryllis. I work at Crailmore. I’ve seen you there. Rowan’s right. You’re very pretty.”
Cam smiled, flattered despite her suspicions that the girl and the rest of the crew were Sersee’s new slaves, faithful, fresh recruits to the Furies. It crossed her mind that Amaryllis, since she worked at Thantos’s fortress, might have a dual allegiance — to Sersee and also to Cam’s treacherous uncle. Was she here to spy on Cam?
“I’m not a slave, you know,” Amaryllis bristled, answering Cam’s unasked question. “Lord Thantos pays us well, and allows liberal time off.”
“What a guy,” Cam deadpanned.
Shane settled into one of the empty chairs, assuming they were staying. Before Cam could join him, Sersee unexpectedly seized her arm. “I need to speak with her in private,” she announced to the gathering. “I’m sure no one minds.”
“I do.” Cam tore her arm away, but Sersee’s quick hand grasped her waist and swept her along, whispering, “Please. What I have to say is not for public knowledge.
“They all look up to me,” she added when they were behind the café, “and I want to keep it that way. Anyway, I regret any inconvenience I might’ve caused you in the past.”
Inconvenience? That was like the doctor saying you may feel some “discomfort” before plunging you into horrible, stinging, unbearable pain. Exactly what Sersee had caused her.
“I am sorry,” Sersee reiterated. “I want to make it up to you.”
Cam brushed her off. “Take a memo, Betty Spaghetty. Sorry doesn’t begin to do it.”
The violet-eyed witch continued as if she were reading off a TelePrompTer. “You stole Shane from me. I hurt you because I was jealous.”
“Hurt me? You turned me into a hamster! You tried to kill me!” Cam heard herself squeaking like one, as she shuddered at the memory.
As if envy made attempted murder forgivable, Sersee continued, “Shane was so
obvious
about it. I was betrayed. I gave him a place to stay, helped him when he was down and out. And then you come along and hekicks me to the curb. Me! Treats me like some big, fat, bad nobody.”
Cam was beyond unconvinced. “That’s awful, Sersee. He should have treated you like the skinny, sneaky, nobody you really are.”
To her credit, the Serster didn’t take the bait. She changed tactics, played the pity card. “I was enraged. You had it all — a home, a family, money, admiration because of who you are, not for anything you accomplished. I had nothing. No parents, not even a Protector who wanted me. Then you invade my turf and steal my boyfriend.”
“Your turf? I must have missed the sign that said ‘Serseeville: Enter at your own risk.’ I came to honor Lord Karsh” — Cam could feel herself choking up — “to attend his funeral. I didn’t
Hard to miss? Was the queen of mean dissing her faithful stooge? Epie was chubby but not grotesque — except in the friends she chose. The plump girl tried to laugh now but her face had turned crimson. “At least let me say sorry about what happened last time.” She continued gamely, “You remember me, right?”
How could Cam forget? Epie was the most clueless of the Furies. As trusting and devoted to Sersee as their third partner, Michaelina, was wily and cunning. The three had been formidable enemies. “We got punished for what we did,” Epie informed her, as if that now made it all right, the slate wiped clean.
She’s cute, man!
One of the warlocks, a kid withlong dark brown hair and full lips, was giving her silent props. He introduced himself as Rowan. His friend, a boy with a long face and sour expression, was Serle.
That left one other young witch, a gray-eyed girl with straight chin-length dark hair, who was not just looking at Cam but intently studying her. Where had Cam seen her before?
The girl grinned suddenly. “I’m Amaryllis. I work at Crailmore. I’ve seen you there. Rowan’s right. You’re very pretty.”
Cam smiled, flattered despite her suspicions that the girl and the rest of the crew were Sersee’s new slaves, faithful, fresh recruits to the Furies. It crossed her mind that Amaryllis, since she worked at Thantos’s fortress, might have a dual allegiance — to Sersee and also to Cam’s treacherous uncle. Was she here to spy on Cam?
“I’m not a slave, you know,” Amaryllis bristled, answering Cam’s unasked question. “Lord Thantos pays us well, and allows liberal time off.”
“What a guy,” Cam deadpanned.
Shane settled into one of the empty chairs, assuming they were staying. Before Cam could join him, Sersee unexpectedly seized her arm. “I need to speak with her in private,” she announced to the gathering. “I’m sure no one minds.”
“I do.” Cam tore her arm away, but Sersee’s quick hand grasped her waist and swept her along, whispering, “Please. What I have to say is not for public knowledge.
“They all look up to me,” she added when they were behind the café, “and I want to keep it that way. Anyway, I regret any inconvenience I might’ve caused you in the past.”
Inconvenience? That was like the doctor saying you may feel some “discomfort” before plunging you into horrible, stinging, unbearable pain. Exactly what Sersee had caused her.
“I am sorry,” Sersee reiterated. “I want to make it up to you.”
Cam brushed her off. “Take a memo, Betty Spaghetty. Sorry doesn’t begin to do it.”
The violet-eyed witch continued as if she were reading off a TelePrompTer. “You stole Shane from me. I hurt you because I was jealous.”
“Hurt me? You turned me into a hamster! You tried to kill me!” Cam heard herself squeaking like one, as she shuddered at the memory.
As if envy made attempted murder forgivable, Sersee continued, “Shane was so
obvious
about it. I was betrayed. I gave him a place to stay, helped him when he was down and out. And then you come along and hekicks me to the curb. Me! Treats me like some big, fat, bad nobody.”
Cam was beyond unconvinced. “That’s awful, Sersee. He should have treated you like the skinny, sneaky, nobody you really are.”
To her credit, the Serster didn’t take the bait. She changed tactics, played the pity card. “I was enraged. You had it all — a home, a family, money, admiration because of who you are, not for anything you accomplished. I had nothing. No parents, not even a Protector who wanted me. Then you invade my turf and steal my boyfriend.”
“Your turf? I must have missed the sign that said ‘Serseeville: Enter at your own risk.’ I came to honor Lord Karsh” — Cam could feel herself choking up — “to attend his funeral. I didn’t
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