C39 Chapter 39: A witch

Alice’s Point of view

I look at Elliot, pleadingly. No good excuse comes to me and I pray that he has more imagination than I do, but he is as dumbfounded as I am.

Another person arrives with a book and a glass of rum in the hand.

"Alice, Elliot, I think I've got it." Says Prince Benjamin.

What the hell is he doing here?

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