Book 3 in the Mila and Jughead series
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"When this is all over, I'll get everything back to normal, and everything will be fine. Because we rise from the ashes."
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"I refuse to accept what Ethel said." Mila argued, "That Jason Blossom is the Gargoyle King. Even though his coffin was empty, it defies all logic."
"Well, say Ethel is off her rocker, okay, but where's Jason's body? " Fp asked. "And someone's still wearing the Gargoyle King's antler, so it's up to you and me to figure out who, Blossom or no Blossom. "
"I keep thinking about that matchbook," Jughead cut in. "The one that Dr. Curdle found in Baby Teeth's throat." Mila tilted her head, turning to look at Jughead, Fp leaning forward as well. "Kurtz must have got that at the Maple Club, right?"
"What are you getting at, boy?" Fp asked, tilting his head.
"Do you have a copy of Kurtz's mugshot I can borrow?" Mila looked at Jughead confused for a second.
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Mila and Jughead were now at the Maple Club questioning Laura, "Did you ever see a client in here by the name of Kurtz at the Maple Club? He looked like this." He held up the picture of Kurtz, Laura's face falling.
"I never worked with him directly." She stated quickly.
"Who did he work with?" Mila asked.
"All of his interactions were with..."
"The Red Dahlia? Penelope Blossom?" Jughead asked.
"Yeah," She nodded.
"Out of curiosity, you never saw Penelope with a young man, a young redhead, did you?" Mila asked quickly.
"You mean her kid, Jason?" Laura asked, Mila's eyes widening. "Yeah, sure. He came around."
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Mila and Jughead laid upstairs, a knock on the door making her groan. The two sat up, doing a quick game of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Mila losing. "Hurry back." Jughead chuckled as Mila swung her legs off the bed, running downstairs. Another knock made her groan.
"I'm coming!" She shouted, finally getting to the door, pulling it open seeing no one there. She frowned, looking around, her feet hitting something. She looked down seeing an envelope.
"Ours too." Jughead huffed. "My dad or Jellybean could have found it."
"Mine was waiting for me downstairs, at the speakeasy."
"Are we sure they're not fakes?" Archie asked.
"I don't think so." Mila frowned. "And I've been trying Betty at the Farm, but she's not answering me." Mila looked back at her phone seeing no messages or calls.
"The invitations say not to tell anyone and not to bring our phones." Archie reminded.
"So, it's a trap." Veronica sighed.
"Was there ever a doubt?" Jughead scoffed.
"Well, it seems like we don't really have a choice."
"I'll be right back." Mila sighed, getting up to use the bathroom. Mila looked in the mirror looking up, frowning, the black hood. She spun around, Hal placing a white cloth over her mouth, Mila falling unconscious.
After five minutes of waiting, Jughead frowned, "Veronica, do you mind checking on Mila?" Veronica shook her head getting up.
She opened the bathroom door, frowning, seeing an envelope. She grabbed it running back out. "Guys..."
Jughead took the envelope opening it, " 'If you want to see the fallen princess again, do as i say, or she belongs to the beasts.' "
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Betty stared at the pink dress in confusion, doing as the card said, and putting the dress on, and then walking out of the room. She furrowed her brows seeing Veronica, Archie, and Jughead, no Mila. "Guys..." Betty frowned.
"Elizabeth, pretty." Penelope smiled. "Good evening. Come and join us, why don't you?" Penelope suggested.
"Penelope," Betty warned. "What... What is this place?"
"This is the Blossom Hunting Lodge on the grounds of Thornhill," Penelope explained.
"How did i get here?"
"I bought you from Mr. Evernever. Just as he was about to cut you into butcher's parts. Now, Agatha here will show you to your place."
Betty furrowed her brows, looking over to see a familiar face. "Sister Woodhouse..."
"Agatha was one of my mentors. She cared for me when i was an orphan at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy, taught me everything i know about poisons." Betty sat down next to Jughead, Jughead looking forward angrily.
"The murdered nuns." Betty frowned, "You did that?"
Sister Woodhouse raised a brow, shrugging. "Oh, loose ends. Such a bother, aren't they?"
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