Clara entered the bedroom. It was slightly hazy and smelled of sandalwood.

“What took so long?” asked Rae.

“Did you get it?” asked Becky.

“I got it,” Clara said, holding up a small brown paper bag. “Had some trouble with the crow’s beak, but I eventually managed to find some.”

Becky snatched the bag from her, and emptied the contents into a brass bowl.

“You sure this is going to work?” asked Clara.

It’ll work,” said Becky. “We just need one last ingredient.”

“Yeah?” said Clara. “What’s that?”

Before she could react, Rea plunged a dagger into her chest.

“You.”

Author’s Note: When teenage games go too far.

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