Chapter Eight--Don't Drink The Punch

Kalvyn cleared his throat. People froze, as if he’d used a blow horn. “Katrina and Lola are under my protection.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say the birds and insects stopped their chirping, but the music drowned them out anyway. Within seconds, the chatter started back up again. Lola didn’t reac...

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