“Are we ready?” comes a bright voice. My eyes snap open as I flinch, because I can’t believe someone has entered the room without me knowing. I’m seriously losing it. I need to calm the hell down. It’s not a threat. It’s a short, curvy girl with deep brown skin, long, curly, bubblegum-pink hair and wide, light brown doe-shaped eyes that are staring at me and my handcuffs. Her pupils momentarily shift from round to a long slitted feline version, but it’s gone in a flash. Silver bracelets take up most of her forearms and rings take up all of the fingers curled around the handle of her pink
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