mewling sound. She took a step back—still on the ceiling—not wanting to give up her prize. “Don’t you dare run away from me, Stevie! You come down here right now! This minute!” Stevie released her grip on the ceiling and came crashing to the floor. “Spit it,” Charlie ordered her baby sister. “Spit it!” Annoyed, Stevie spit the torso out of her mouth. “Shift back to human. Right now!” With just a thought, Stevie returned to her human form. Now naked and covered in blood, she stood there, eyes downcast. It wasn’t shame, though. Charlie knew that. It was more like contrition. Like a little girl
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