The Sandman
“Viv stood in the coffeehouse doorway, arms folded, looking regal.Maisie groaned and, gripping the sides of the small round table at which she was sitting, banged her head against the surface a couple of times. They were so close, and yet, just like a bad dream—and this one sucked—so freaking far away. Most of the black market revelers had trekked back to their dreamscapes with Mirren, whose mood now seemed about as foul as Maisie’s.“Fine,” Maisie said, rolling her eyes. Maturity was very overrated. “So what’s the story on this guy?”The remaining black market revelers were waiting for a final “bosses’ meeting” and instruction from Vince on Tandem Tech. That bitch Corey and teleporting Ivan, who Maisie actually liked now, were among them.“I don’t know him,” Viv said. “He says your sister sent him.”Maisie frowned. “Sent him? Is she here?” ’Cause that would be a relief.“Sent. I don’t think I’ve seen her. I take it Eleanor or one of the others would recognize her?”Yeah, they would.
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