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Chapter 88

Megra

I dial 911, my hands shaking so badly that I nearly drop the phone. It takes a few tries before I manage to hit the right numbers, and I press the phone to my ear, feeling my pulse hammer in my chest. Each second drags like an eternity as I wait for the call to connect.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator's voice is calm, steady—so out of place in this moment of chaos and fear.

"My address is 34 Marvel Lane, Stockton," I say, my voice frantic. "There's a woman—she's been stabbed. She's losing so much blood. Please, please hurry!"

"Ma'am, I need you to stay calm. Help is on the way. Can you stay on the line with me?"

"I…" I glance down at Anna, her face deathly pale, eyes half-closed, and lips stained with her own blood. "I can't," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. "Please, just hurry."

I end the call and toss the phone aside, scrambling back to Anna's side. I press my hands against her wound, trying to stop the bleeding. The warm, sticky blood seeps through
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