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Chapter 111: Cloned

Author: Moonchild
last update publish date: 2026-08-01 19:16:06

Isla’s POV

I woke up reaching for my phone.

It was instinct, muscle memory more than thought—my hand sliding across the sheets before my eyes were even open. The space beside me was still warm, the mattress dipped where Zayne had been, but my phone wasn’t there. That alone snapped me fully awake.

I pushed myself upright, hair falling into my face, heart thudding for no reason I could immediately name.

The last message I’d sent Sienna still hadn’t been replied to. I knew that because I’d checke
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