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“Let me get you ready. That way, you can get your mind off it. Did they say what you should wear?”

I shook my head. “All Von said was ‘get ready.’” I shrugged.

“All right, we’ll go with the same survival gear you used in the swamp. Can’t go wrong with that. It’ll give you a little protection, anyway.”

Zoe got my gear ready, then helped me get dressed. She must have used magic to clean them while I was at lunch. The garments were no longer caked in mud, dirt, and blood. Before she could work on my hair, there was a knock at the door.

“Who is that?” Zoe asked.

“No clue. I’ll check.”

By the time I made it to the door, I was even more irritated. As I unlocked the door, I swore that if it was Von, I’d chase his ass down the hall with a sharpened stake.

It wasn’t him, though. It was one of the witches.

She smiled at me as the door swung open. “Oh, good. You’ve already gotten prepared,” she said when she saw my attire.

“Yes, for tonight. Can I help you with something? I was hoping to rest a