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"Does that sound like nothing?" ^^^^

Char answers looking down and then at me and Sophie asking for help but when I was about to speak up Sophie spoke first. “Well, this is not how I wanted to talk about this but I think I might have found my mate?...” Sophie said with a sheepish tone. “What? How? Who? Where?” My father asks her, confused. “Oh honey, that’s impossible, you’re just 15.” My mom tries to explain. “I know but I haven’t been able to avoid him. Every time I hear his voice talking to me I can’t hear anyone else, I can’t smell anyone else. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy if I spend too much time away from him.” She explains sheepishly once again.

yow! Audrey: You should have known!!! Ohhhhh-- Now I'm done believing you..... You don't know what I'm feeling... Nero: Yeh c' mon DJ Jhay-nooze in the mix!!!" Audrey: I'm more than what... you gave to me... I followed the voice.. you gave to meeee... Nero: YEh! YEh! YEh! Audrey: And now I gonna find-------- "-----WHO"S RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!"

"𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨" (𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴)

Hence, my little song. I turned to Diego, almost feeling sorry for the guy — almost being the operative word. Clucking my tongue against the roof of my mouth in three quick secessions, I said, "Do you know who I am Diego?" I shook my head, my loud laugh reverbing throughout the room as I ran the point of the switchblade over his bobbing Adam's apple. I reveled in the way sweat collected on his forehead, dripping down to his brow and hanging there — the same way he was hanging onto his very palpable fear, "Of course you know who I am. You'd be a fucking foolish man not to know me."

He had my burner in his hand, the screen lit up, a number flashing. “I think you need to hear this,” he said, voice low, unreadable. I looked up from the floor, my eyes bloodshot, expression unreadable. “Put it on speaker.” He did. The second the line connected, I heard it. “Hello, Adriano.” Fucking Dario. His voice was smooth. Calm. My spine stiffened. My eyes turned to stone. Rage curled inside me like smoke before the fire. “Dario,” I growled, the name tasting like venom on my tongue, “if you think—”

We all jumped. In the corner, a terracotta pot had exploded. Leo was staring at it. His eyes were glowing a brilliant, electric blue. "Leo?" I rushed to him. "It's too loud," Leo whimpered, clutching his head. "The voices... they're so loud." "What voices?" I asked. "It's quiet here." "Not here," Leo gasped. "Everywhere. The screens. The phones. I can hear them talking. Millions of them." He looked up at me, terror in his eyes. "They hate me, Mom. They all hate me." He was tapping into the grid. He wasn't just hearing electricity; he was hearing the data. The hate comments. The fear. The digital scream of the world reacting to his existence. "Shut it down," Damian roared. "Kai, turn off the

she whispered, though the rumble was too faint for a human ear to catch. The voice did not respond. The silence in the room changed. It was no longer empty. It was full of her intent. She waited, her muscles coiled like a spring, listening for the sound of a key in a lock or the heavy click of a latch. She was ready. And when the time came, the world would see that you could poison the blood, but you could never poison the spirit. The door was the only thing standing between them and the end of the world they thought they knew. Aria smiled, a small, dark thing, and waited for the sound of the world breaking open.

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