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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: THE SIREN SOUNDS

Author: Vivienne
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-12 23:04:42

IRIS

Something was wrong.

I could feel it in my bones. There was a tight, suffocating pressure in my chest that refused to ease, and I knew I wasn’t just being paranoid.

Megan hadn’t answered my texts.

She was always on that thing. Always on her phone, and ever since I moved in with Maverick, we were always texting late into the night. Sometimes even talking on the phone.

But now? Megan wasn’t answering my texts. Or calls.

And worst of all, Megan had my daughter.

I needed to leave. Now.

I put some shoes on, taking my phone with me as I hurried out of the room and down the stairs.

I tried to be silent. I really did. But my heart was pounding violently against my chest and it had become difficult for me to breathe.

I was having a full-on panic attack.

I made my way to the kitchen to drink some water and try to calm myself down.

I wouldn't be able to do anything for Megan and Amethyst if I was freaking out.

But I couldn't stop.

I was hunched over the counter, taking deep breaths when I
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