In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

has le Sacrifice."
After spitting in her bathroom sink she skipped over into
Penny's room. "Perfect for a pajama party!" she giggled.
Maia knocked on Max's pajama party door, but he wasn't there,
so they went back and Penny sat at Maia's boudoir mirror as Maia took
out and hung her clothes.
When Maia took a break and opened the French doors to her
balcony and pulled out a cigarette, Penny took advantage of the
opportunity and retreated to her water wonderland and flopped down
on the bed in a daze. Next thing she knew Maia was sitting on her bed,
shaking her. Apparently it was already afternoon.
Alessandro had been back over an hour, and Maia urged Penny.
"We have to tell him that bitch is interrogating Max!"
"Don't you think you should let him sleep?" Penny asked, but
Maia was set, and the two of them creaked down the dim corridors to
Alessandro's wing of the house, built earlier, in the seventeenth century,
had unadorned vaulted ceilings instead of fancy sculptured plaster ones.
Maia, at least, knew her way around, and stopped towards the
end of the hall at a door that glowed yellow along the bottom. She put
her ear to it and knocked, but there was no answer.
"Maybe he's asleep!" Penny whispered, but Maia was already
further down the hall, to another line of light. She knocked.
"Endrez!" He was seated on the floor propped up against a
massive trunk. His nose, brow and cheek were all covered with
bandages now as he searched through some boxes. Books were piled
on the floor around him, and plastic wrapped paintings leaned against
the trunk that looked like it was filled with metal junk. Of course it
probably was not junk, gold flashed out here and there, and none of the
stuff looked like theater props.
“Sandro, you should be in bed!" Maia scolded, looking over the
contents of the trunk. A glove made of steel plates and chain mail
jutted out like a drowning hand from the jumble of what were actually
gold handled swords and pieces of tarnished armor.
"I know it is here, I put it here for safety, I know it is here, I
know," he rambled feverishly. "And I found these!" He waved vaguely
to the books, plopped his head back against the trunk, nearly passed
out. The bare bulb dangling from the central stone vault put the room
into harsh relief.
"Where is Max?" he asked Maia, without opening his eyes.
"Max is under interrogation with your mother," Penny said, still
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