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“Miriam!”
My eyes flew open and all my instincts told me to swim. There was nothing to paddle through for my arms, but my feet kicked off the cheap commercial carpet and pushed my chair forward. One of my paddling hands got caught between the chair and the desk in front of me, and pain shot up my arm as the fingers were pinched by my weight.
I yelped and tugged my fingers out of the pincer attack of my own making. A laugh made me look up. My old friend Heather stood over me, and behind her leaning against the doorway of the cubicle was Blake, the sus who’d kidnapped me all those many months ago. He was his cute human self now.
My mischievous human friend set her hands on her knees and leaned down so we were eye-level. “You want me to kiss it and make it all better?”
“Wha-?” I
