At the top, Mikey grabbed her hand and pulled her to his room. Destiny blinked in the darkness. Mikey kept the blinds closed, curtains pulled, and the lights off. “Where is she?” Destiny cried. “I can’t see anything.” She fumbled for the light switch and clicked on the ceiling light. “No—don’t!” Mikey grabbed her hand and pulled it away from the light switch. “Turn it off. Turn it off.” Destiny obediently shut off the light. “I was only pretending,” Mikey said. “You mean—?” “I was pretending Livvy was back. That’s all.” Destiny let out a long sigh. “Not again, Mikey.” She hugged him tightly. “Not again. You have to stop this. Do you understand?” Mikey didn’t reply. Rip was a tall, barnlike building on the edge of North Town, the old section of Dark Springs. The club had previously been called Trixx, and before that Wild Weasel. Every year a new owner painted the outside a different color and put up new signs. But the inside was always pretty much the same.
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