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still had the evil glare down pat.
    â€œGood, glad we understand each other,” I said dismissively and took my bag to the closet, shoving everything inside that wasn’t nailed down or dry clean only. By the time I turned back around, the doorway was empty.
    The floor rumbled beneath my feet.
    Rexi ran back into my room, pockets bulging while lugging the heavy red vacuum. “Time to go.”
    She ran back to the bed to retrieve the food while I inspected the Dust Devil. “Are you sure this can carry the two of us?”
    She snorted. “That blasted sorceress weighs more than us both combined.” She hefted the basket. “But this thing weighs a ton. How can you keep eating all this and not get fat?”
    Some things don’t deserve a response.
    Stepping onto the vacuum, I settled onto the front. Rexi moved in close behind. I tapped the top like I’d seen Verte do countless times.
    Nothing happened. “Where the spell is the owner’s manual for this contraption?” I muttered, looking around the red machine.
    Footsteps.
    Someone was coming up the stairs, and there was a fifty-fifty chance that it wasn’t my Emerald Sorceress.
    I’ve never been very lucky.
    The Gray Witch rounded the banister. “Did you really think you could run fast enough or far enough to get away?” She was at the doorway now. There was plaster in her hair, and her dress was ripped in several places.
    â€œOn…on…where’s the Grimm-galled on button?” I panicked.
    â€œHurry! Figure it out!” my backseat passenger shouted.
    â€œIf you thought you could do better, you should’ve driven.”
    â€œI’m going to enjoy this.” Griz readied her stormball.
    Oh, pix that.
    I needed this contraption to work now! When in doubt, push every button in sight and then whack it for good measure. The vacuum began to rise. It also started living up to its name. Sparkling dust swirled around me in a cyclonic pattern. My things blew around the room. One of my boots hit Griz in the side of head, knocking her stormball off course.
    The stray ball took out the west wall.
    â€œAll right. Exit point established. Now how do you steer this thing?”
    Once again, when in doubt…
    I hit the yellow button and the cyclone tripled in size. The vacuum pitched forward and took off. Rexi squished against me, pushing the handle deep into my stomach.
    I would have liked to see Griz’s angry face as we flew away, but everything not nailed down whirled around us and obscured the view.
    Rexi’s screaming I could hear though. “Slow down!”
    And exactly how was I supposed to do that? The blasted vacuum wasn’t working right, and the wind was too strong. Dust grit blinded me. I reached to push some more buttons.
    Something snapped.
    Before, we’d been going so fast that my cheeks felt like they’d been pushed back to my ears. Now my guts were twirling around like a jester’s cartwheels inside my body.
    Don’t hurl. Don’t hurl . The Dust Devil clunked and sputtered. Within seconds, the cyclone stopped spinning—in midair. My stomach dropped. We were falling. Don’t die. Don’t die.
    â€œDo something!” Rexi’s nails pierced my shoulders.
    With the ground approaching, I said a quick prayer to the Storymakers and ripped off the front plastic panel. The emergency vacuum bag inflated, acting as a parachute . I inhaled a deep lungful of dust, relieved at least that part still worked . Thank Grimm.
    When I looked down, I noticed the specks on the ground were getting larger at an alarming rate.
    I’d acted too late. We were going to crash.
    â€¢ • •
    I came to lying in mud. I knew all my body parts were attached because all of them hurt.
    Groan.
    That wasn’t me.
    â€œGet off me, you pixing cow!” Rexi’s hands pushed at me roughly.
    I took my time. And I might have accidentally shoved my elbows in her ribs