“Gideon?” I looked behind me to see Isabel standing half in the doorway and wrapped in a black towel, pink hair damp and disheveled. “My room is so awesome! Are you staying too?”

                  “Yeah,” I replied, smiling at her childlike delight.

                   “Cool. And I'm going to get those answers you owe me.” She went back into the room and I groaned inwardly. Great. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll fall asleep before then.

                 William shut his apartment door. “Bathroom's down the hall,” he said, pointin...

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