Corrie gulped and squeezed Edie’s hand even tighter. Edie must be seeing through Leila’s glamour. How could she do that with the steel bracelet, and Corrie couldn’t? Maybe she was touching her clover too.
Leila reached up to touch her ear, frowning. “There’s nothing wrong with my ears.”
Edie shook her head. “They look different.” She tried to pull her hand out of Corrie’s grasp, then looked down at it, frowning. “Corrie, let go of me, please.”
“No way,” Corrie said firmly. “We’re going. You don’t need to stand around talking to her.”