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“I’m crazy?” I asked. “You started it! You started it, and I plan on finishing it. That’s just responsible fighting. That’s what a mother does, finishes things. Then tidies up. Trash can, unmarked grave, whatever. Garbage goes where I put it, and that’s that.”
“What is this hell?” I asked through suddenly numb lips. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Painted eyes or marble eyes, some eyes uncannily tracking my movement. They stared at me from atop their human caricature bodies. Mr. Tom spread his hands. “I present the doll room.” I could actually feel the look of horror on my face.
My brain recoiled. Created nightmares upon nightmares. Imagined all of these nearly lifelike creatures coming after me, one halting step at a time. One jarring movement after another. “No.” I shook my head, stepping backward. “Nope. All this has to go.” Mr. Tom’s confusion was evident. “I don’t understand.”
“She’s not applying,” Niamh said. “She’s stumbling into the situation without a clue about what awaits her at the other end.” “I can make sure it will be me,” the man said, his tone silky. “I will make sure that it isn’t,” Austin replied, absolutely no bravado in his promise. It sounded like he was stating a fact, and his confidence made it absolutely believable. His confidence, and the rough viciousness of his voice.
