KATARINA Cyra’s grip on my arm tightened even as I told her Greyson hadn't said anything else. It was like something had snapped, and she kept screaming even as I responded.“What did he say?!” she demanded again, her voice frantic. “What did he say about me?”“He didn’t—he didn’t say anything,” I rushed out, my words tripping over themselves. “Just that you’ve been unwell, Cyra—” I screamed back, but suddenly, she stilled, her gaze sliding past me and over my shoulder like she just caught something. I didn’t even have time to turn and look before her hand dropped from my arm, and she stepped back as if something had just struck her. Her expression twisted, eyes widening, breath catching—and then she lost it completely.She started grabbing things—whatever was closest—and throwing them. A glass shattered against the wall, and a chair scraped loudly as she shoved it aside.Something else flew past me, barely missing my shoulder before crashing behind me, and I flinched, my heart slam
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