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209: Finding Zara

Author: nayaa
last update publish date: 2026-07-08 23:52:40

Ike’s POV

“What do you mean Zara is missing?”

The words tore out of me like a snarl. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could barely hear anything else. The cabin’s main room felt too small, too bright, the air thick with tension and the scent of pine and panic.

Isaac stood there in his half unbuttoned dress shirt, looking every bit the over pampered brat he was.

I have never hated a face as much as I hated his.

He raised his hands like he was trying to soothe a wild animal. “Ike, calm
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