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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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"Sometimes The Past Comes Up On Us Like A Ghost
Sometimes Life Is Like A Haunted House
But There's No Way To Leave
You Just Have To Make Your Peace With The Ghosts."
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Regina had sent out a message early that morning for a select few of their group to come to her house that evening: Angie, Emma, Mary Margaret, David, and Hook. Angie had no idea what Regina was planning for them to do, but it had to be important. Regina never asked for help with anything.
Angie was running a little late as she was searching for someone to watch Henry. Finally, she settled on Ruby and Granny. Then, she had gotten caught up in talking with the two of them and was forced to sprint to Regina's house. Luckily, Regina had left the door open.
She could smell some kind of tea boiling the second she entered the house. She spotted Regina in the kitchen, but the others were nowhere in sight. Regina turned slightly when she heard Angie's footsteps. She nodded her head towards a wooden door, signifying that the others were in there. Angie smiled softly before pushing the door open.
Mary Margaret and David were sitting at a circular table, arguing about something in hushed voices. Emma was off to the side, looking at some of the books on the mahogany shelves. As for Hook, he was seated in an armchair next to the door, examining a green apple like it had the answers to the universe inside of it.
"I'd be careful around apples in this house," Angie joked, causing Hook to glance up at her.
He barely acknowledged her comment, placing the green apple back in the bowl where he had found it. He seemed a little out of it. "Aye," he murmured.
