“Dolly, any messages?” I looked up, expecting to see another person, and jumped backward with a yelp. “Jesus Christ!” My heart hammered against my ribs. “What the hell is that?” Behind the desk sat what appeared to be a life-sized porcelain doll. Her painted face smiled serenely, glass eyes staring creepily at me. She wore a high-necked Victorian dress, complete with a lace collar and cameo brooch. Her blonde ringlets were arranged perfectly around her face, hands folded primly on the desk before her. “That’s Dolly.” Sebastián remained completely serious. “Our receptionist.” I stared at the
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