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Sperry lives in Utah with her husband and three children and evil cat. She enjoys volunteering at the local elementary school and is exceptionally good at finding missing shoes, unless they are her own. You can follow her blog at www.comeoutwhenyourehappy.blogspot.com.
“Not the way we planned,” I grumbled.
“Raven would have fallen if I hadn’t grabbed her,” Charming told his knees. As if dragging me off the wall fixed anything.
“I was strapped in. There was no danger.”
Amy clapped her hands and little sparks erupted around her. “What? He saved you? You have to kiss him, and you can live happily . . .”
I put my hand over her mouth before she could finish.
“I would rather kiss a rat.”
Something rustled in a distant, dark corner, and the air filled with a swampy fog. Blue sparks swirled around us, picking up speed and blurring in the murky air. When the fog cleared, Prince Charming was gone, and in his place sat a white rat.
“I take it back,” I said. “I would rather not kiss a rat. Ew.”