“Oh, no.” Sasha shook her head. Time was running out—she could feel it. “I’m done searching for answers. I think they should come to us. Rosa, please ask everyone in your secret magic tattoo club to come to join us for tea today at five at the boarding house. Given that I’ve ‘crossed over,’ I’m sure they’ll want to see me just as much as I want to see them.” Rosa looked up at Sasha admiringly. “Look at you, taking charge of your destiny!” “She’s growing up so fast,” Lyla said dryly.
