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“Janice, no—”
“Told you. Cursed,” Janice said.
“Curses are just marketing for ghosts,” Ivy replied, slicing the glass with a diamond-tipped stylus. ivy wolfe janice griffith
Together, they walked out of the museum’s service exit into the rain, the cursed jade swinging between them—harmless for one more night, because some things are stronger than magic. “Janice, no—” “Told you
The museum’s security was a joke. The real obstacle was the other attendees: billionaires in masks, dripping with real diamonds and fake smiles. Ivy worked the room, charming a tech CEO out of his keycard. Janice disabled the west wing’s pressure sensors by spilling champagne “accidentally” on the control panel. no—” “Told you. Cursed