LOGINI can hardly believe it. Before my friends can say anything else, I squeal and throw my arms around them both, jumping up and down. Liam and Brian and the twins are the one major thing I’ve missed dearly since leaving Bo’Arrocan, and to find that they’re finally considering living in Ordan full time
“On schedule, believe it or not,” I reply. “The Bo’Arrocan branch is finally running smoothly, and the Ordan location just graduated its first class of seniors. Six of them got full scholarships to prestigious art schools.”“That’s amazing, Iris.” Alice squeezes my arm. “You’ve created something tru
IrisFive Years Later…“Fifty years of marriage, and they still make each other laugh like that,” Arthur says, appearing at my side with two glasses of champagne. He hands me one and clinks his against it, and we watch as my parents twirl on the lawn, my mom throwing her head back at something my fa
“Gee. Thanks,” I manage to laugh weakly. “I’ll see you all next week.”“You most certainly will not,” Arthur, Hunter, and Alice all say in unison, making me roll my eyes.Outside, Arthur’s car is waiting, parked haphazardly half on the curb. He must have driven like a maniac to get here so quickly f
IrisEight months later…“And that’s why the colors on this side of the color wheel are considered ‘cool’ colors,” I explain to the class of children sitting in a semicircle around me. “They remind us of water, ice, and the sky.”I’m demonstrating on a large color wheel chart when a sharp pain rips
And through it all, Augustine’s breathing grows slower, shallower.Then, quietly and calmly, she goes.Her hand turns limp in mine. The steady beeping of the heart monitor flatlines. The doctor steps forward, checks for a pulse, then shakes her head.“Time of death, 10:47 AM,” she says quietly.I br
IrisWithin a matter of days, Arthur’s upcoming wedding to Veronica is the talk of the town. Every news channel, every magazine cover, every social media feed is plastered with their faces. Their love story—their “true mate bond”—has captured the public’s imagination. They’re being called star-cross
“Mom,” I begin hesitantly, “there’s something else. Something strange has been happening to me.”Her expression shifts to one of concern. “What is it?”“I’ve been having these… visions, I guess you could call them.” I pause, watching her reaction carefully. “It started as strange dreams—about Veroni
And for what? For shopping trips and expensive dinners? For redecorating an office that was perfectly fine before? For hiding away the portrait of my family that meant the world to me and replacing it with some abstract piece made by an artist I don’t even recognize?Something is seriously wrong. Wi
Iris & ArthurIrisVeronica’s head snaps to the side from the force of my slap. Her golden hair whips around her face, and for a moment, we’re both frozen in shock—me, with my hand still raised, and her, with her perfectly manicured fingers flying to her reddening cheek.I just slapped Veronica Will







