was empty. They were still at the hospit

ge, with a fireplace big enough to stand i

f floating islands and crystalline trees. A small plaque underneath it

caught in

igned

old, secondhand computer. But every single time I got close, the computer would crash. The files would corrupt. I'

eared, confirmin

first thing the system siphoned. Ashley

ing Ashley got it. The villa

rp. It wasn' t just luck. She was stealin

at the signature in the co

how it was

he could have it. But she' d hav

took out my textbooks, my notebooks, my art supplies

y, the hardworking

g to slack off. I was going to let my

e "Luck-Siphon S