PhoebePain explodes from the burning bullet wound near my chest, so sharp and consuming I can’t even breathe. It radiates through me like wildfire, scorching every nerve, every vein. My mind is blank, hollow, except for one chilling thought screaming on repeat—I was shot with a silver bullet.The impact forces my body backward, air torn from my lungs as I slam against the ground. Muffled shouts reach my ringing ears, distant, distorted, as though I’m underwater. My vision blurs, dark spots dancing at the edges. How did this happen? How the hell did I not see this coming?“Phoebe. Phoebe! Fuck, look at me, baby!” Levi’s voice cuts through the haze—broken, desperate, pleading. I force my head to turn, and there he is, those piercing green eyes locked on mine as if sheer willpower could keep me tethered here. “There you are, Phoebe,” he coos shakily, brushing my hair from my clammy face, his hand trembling.“Levi, I need to remove the bullet,” another voice insists sharply, tight with p
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