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||BOOK THREE in the Infernal Chronicles Series||
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Once upon a time, on an island far, far away, Angie Frost and her companions are on a dangerous journey to rescue one of their own from the clutches of a new vil...
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‧₊˚✧ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ✧˚₊‧
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"Every Parting Is
A Form Of Death
As Every Reunion
Is A Type Of Heaven."
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Angie watched as two Lost Boys dragged Wendy back to her cage and threw her inside. Wendy groaned as they slammed the door shut. Angie wished that they were in the same cage. That way, she could help Wendy.
"Again?" Angie asked as Wendy began to sit up.
Wendy nodded. "Pan's using me for something. I'm not sure what the exact purpose of it is, but it can't be good."
Angie sighed and slumped down in her cage. Wendy began to play with the hem of her nightgown. Then, she looked up at Angie. "I feel like a sitting duck. Are you sure that your friends are going to show up?"
Angie nodded. "I am. Because we're not just friends...we're family. And you don't leave family behind."
She looked down at the cuts that she had made into her arm. They were starting to heal, luckily. She had tried to make them deep enough to show but not so deep that they would leave scars. It seemed like she had succeeded so far. Blood no longer seeped from the wounds and she was only a little bit sore.
Angie spotted a piece of metal out of the corner of her eye. Curious, Angie crawled over to the spot where she had seen it and started to dig the object up. Successfully, Angie removed a small device from the dirt. She began to wipe the grime off with her blanket in order to see it better.
