The Quiet between

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This is the beginning of book three "Slave to power"

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The smell of pancakes hit me before I even opened my eyes.

I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling, the sunlight slanting across it in wide, warm bands. It took a moment to remember I wasn’t in my room. I was at Eve’s house—again—and this time I’d somehow ended up in actual pajamas instead of her backup soccer tee that said “KICKIN’ IT SINCE BIRTH.”

From downstairs, I could hear the usual Saturday morning chaos: someone humming (Mrs. Badmus), a spatula clinking on a pan, and—

“Toby! If you launch that toast one more time, I swear—”

Yep. There it was.

I smiled faintly and rolled out of bed.