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CHAPTER 7

Author: AMATA
last update publish date: 2026-07-05 21:12:21

FREYA BROOKS POV

The sun wasn't even fully up when my phone started exploding.

I woke up to a barrage of vibrations against the nightstand, a frantic, continuous buzzing that made my heart leap directly into my throat. Still half-asleep, I rolled over and squinted at the glowing screen.

Thirty-seven missed calls. Forty-two text messages.

Most of them were from my father. The rest were from Tristan and Sienna.

I sat up, pushing the heavy down comforter off my legs, and opened the first text from
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