Sloan rammed her gun into Ramsey's gut. Ramsey dropped with a dry heave.

"Tch," said Hennepin. "Told ya. You should let me try. I've got powers that'll fuck her up."

Ramsey rolled on the ground clutching her gut, her whip jerking the hapless girl she had ensnared back and forth. Sloan grew uneasy. Ramsey was no threat, but those dolls... Where were they?

(Chapter 24)