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32-The kidnapping

Autor: Daisy_bell
last update Data de publicação: 2026-02-05 19:59:08
[ IRIS’S POV ]

We were halfway to the salon when the driver stiffened.

His hand tightened on the steering wheel. The car slowed just a little. Too little to be normal.

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. Once. Twice.

“We’re being followed,” he said.

The word landed hard in my chest.

Sofia turned sharply toward him. “What do you mean we’re being followed?”

“There’s a black SUV behind us,” he said, voice low but fast. He’s trying to act brave but I can see pani
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