Chapter 11 The Missing Sixth

Margo's POV

I grabbed the nearest thing I could reach, a hairbrush off Dot's nightstand, which was a stupid, useless weapon, and I knew it even as my fingers closed around it, and I was halfway to my feet before Dot's hand clamped down hard on my wrist.

"Don't," she breathed. "Don't stand up. Don'...

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