“It didn’t take us long to find you. This was the first place we checked: Pica’s platform. She was having a tea party with you, right out in the open. Invited us to have a cup.” “A tea party?” My brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t remember that.” “Oh yes!” Pica clapped her hands together beneath her chin, donning a whimsical expression. “It was so lovely.” “You were unconscious,” Yael supplied. “Oh.” I was officially terrified of Pica.
