I reached up and cupped her cheek. Her brow furrowed at my unexpected tenderness. I didn’t care. I was too busy marveling. It was like this girl had been brought to me by fate. I hadn’t seen it before, but I was seeing it now. Dorothy was my mirror. Standing here, with her stormy eyes boring into mine, I knew that this girl had been brought into my life for a reason. In the end, what we wanted was the same thing. I would make her wish come true, and Ozma willing, she’d help mine come true too, and if not— at least we would make Emily Rosen pay. Together. That was a spectacular thing to
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