Book Seven: Chapter 219

“Je...Jenny?” Cyrus was stunned at the sight of the spirit.

“The wicked witch got away,” she whispered as she drifted across the room, her feet dangling just inches above the ground. She floated up toward Grace, then turned to face Cyrus. “You’re like me, now.”

“I beg pardon?”

“You were lost, but now you’re found.” The ghost cackled and started singing Amazing Grace as she shrank down and vanished inside of the doll in the Arachne’s arms.

Cyrus shivered. He was never going to get used to that.

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When Mike arrived at the secret volcano, it was to find Pele waiting for him. Her arms were crossed and she had an amused look on her face.

“I take it you were successful?”

He nodded, then looked around. The village was empty. “Where is everybody?”

“Evacuating my people and the island’s tourists. Luckily, most of those hotels and resorts have standardized emergency procedures. Your rat queen has shut down communications in and ou