“No,” Tessa said. “We run to Witch Mountain. Not away.”
The mountain groaned.
Tessa closed her eyes. The eleven digits blazed behind her lids: . She didn’t know why, but she spoke them aloud. run to witch mountain
Leo smiled—a real, human smile. “Where?” “No,” Tessa said
“Give us the boy,” she called, “and the girl walks free.” ” she called
Until the men in suits came for her brother.