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We have to do something,” Mei said from the hallway. “Call the police, or—”
“No,” Dahlia interrupted, her eyes narrowed at the letter. “None of us are going to the police.”
“We have to, Dahlia,” Scarlett countered automatically. Tiffany had been kidnapped and the struggle had clearly been violent. There was no time to worry about magical protocol, not when her best friend could be bleeding to death.
“And what do we say, Scarlett? ‘A witch kidnapped our witch sister using witchcraft’?
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