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Chapter Ten

Author: Jayne Anyim
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 19:52:40

SAMUEL

The world didn’t feel real.

Everything was too sharp, too bright, too loud.

The crowd at the hospital. The flashes. The whispers. The questions.

He was alive.

She was alive.

Isla…alive.

The name burned in my head.

I should have killed her. I should have made sure she never woke up.

And yet…here she was.

Disguised. Covered. Playing nurse. Working for that…that Castellan. That devil.

I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging sharply, thinking maybe the pain would make the madness stop.

It
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