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The cup tilted and slipped from my slackened grasp, but before the hot liquid could stain my dress and scald my skin, Effer pointed a finger in my direction and I flinched, snapping out of my reverie as the liquid returned to the cup and it straightened right back into my hand.
Just like the rewinding of a clock.
How had she done that?
Maybelle promptly took the cup from my tight grasp and placed it daintily on the table.
"Be careful," she cautioned with a light frown.
"My mother… here?" I whispered, glancing between the two draconians.
