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When we last left the girls, Liberty had just asserted more . . . control over Elizabeth.
"No, Liberty! You can't do this to me." I screamed, pushing myself backwards off the wall. Echoing through my bones, I heard the crash of a door slamming shut.
I collided with James, his eyes even bigger than before.
I pushed my hands against his mouth, cutting off the name. I could already feel her stirring inside, and I wasn't sure if his voice would summon her or not. My knees were starting to shake and my hands were trembling as I slowly eased them off of James.
"Don't say it." I said, leaning back against the wall. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Somewhere deep inside my mind, I could feel her squirming, wondering what was going on. I thought about the door I had heard. As I remembered the noise, I could see a large oak door in my mind. There were boards nailed across it and even a padlock or two.
She was behind that door. The door I had made. The knob rattled, and I could hear her banging on the other side, but she was in there. And I had done it.
For now, I was free of her.
I opened my eyes and looked at James. He was gaping at me, arms limp at the sides.
"Your hair, your eyes, they're. . . different again."
I looked at the mirror behind me. I looked like my normal self again. A more exhausted version, but myself. Turning, I tried to find the strength to look James in the eye.
"I might have omitted a few things about our . . . relationship." I said.
Crap! I guess next week will be the moment of truth. I have to figure out how James will handle the big reveal. I'm glad Elizabeth is taking control, even if it might be just for now.
And I bet Liberty will be pissed when she finds a way out from behind that door.