Willow couldn't believe this was happening. Not only was Becca slowly dying, but the others-minus Artemis, Megan, and herself-had been contaminated by an airborne disease. Why, she didn't know. But the others, too, were dying. They only had two weeks left. The three girls looked at each other, not wanting to cry.
“We need to find a cure,” Willow said.
“I know who might have one,” Artemis spoke up.
“Who?!”
“Cheshire.”
Willow and Megan exchanged a look. They trusted Artemis; but they never trusted Cheshire. She was a known assassin.
“Okay. You and I will go find her. Megan, link your...
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