was not evident here. There was no sign of any life, let alone Aunt Yolanda.

 “She is not kept here,” said Donna sadly. “It was a wild goose chase.”

 “We had to know,” said Jessamine. She opened the door to look into the last room and suddenly flew back as if some incredible force punched her in the face. A sooty cloud drifted in after her. Purple lightning pulsated at its edges, and thunder rumbled through it. Donna recognized the purple face outlined in the cloudy substance with chilling certainty. It was the same face she saw when her aunt was abducted. The face grinned viciously with its toothless dark blue mouth, and its hollow, yellow-green eyes winked at Donna as it did then. But this time, she did not lose her consciousness. Grasping at Bartholomew and...

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