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Another day, another kidnapping. My kidnapping.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this?” I snapped at my kidnapper.
The witch cackled and did a loop-the-loop that sent my empty stomach tumbling. I had once more been caught unawares on my balcony, and the same witch had grabbed me, this time by the scruff of my neck.
“Hold on, Cait!” Asher shouted from the ground as he flew along the road atop the box on Ratatoskr’s vehicle. The rat-man himself was spinning the wheel like turning was about to go out of style.
“There’s not much to hold on to,” I retorted as I looked at the scenery around me. “Unless you count her petticoats.”
“This isn’t a joy ride!” the witch scolded me as she dipped the front of the broom and cracked me atop the head.
I saw red. The witch screamed as I reached up
