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Chapter 76.

Penulis: P.M.I Charlotte
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Iris.

Saturday, 5th July. Next day.

Morning.

Pain sears through me, inside my neck, burning hot. Erianna’s teeth sink in, tearing muscle, ripping tendon. A scream lodges in my throat. Patrick’s last words echo before his eyes fall shut forever,

‘I love you, Iris. Always.’

“No, Patrick!”

My eyes fly open and my body jolts upright, breath hitching. My gaze is wild, unblinking, my heart hammering so loud it drowns the room. Blood roars through my veins, every nerve sparking, every sound amplified until a pin drop pounds like a waterfall.

I clamp my hands over my ears, eyes squeezed shut. Too much. Too loud. I stumble out of bed, crawling backwards, desperate to shield myself from the crawling sensations under my skin. Thoughts bleed into me, voices that don’t belong. Memories slam against my skull. Too fast. Too much. Too painful.

“Go away… go away…” The chant tumbles from my lips.

My sobs fracture the air. And then I see it all again, Erianna lunging, Patrick leaping in fron
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