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Chapter 11 Strings

Author: Moonchild
last update publish date: 2026-05-14 14:41:38

Isla’s POV

What is he even blabbing about?

When I finally walked away from Zayne, my pulse was still erratic, my head still spinning with his last words. I do.

He said it like a warning and a promise all at once, the kind that stuck under my skin long after I left the hallway.

By the time I made it back to my room, my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I told myself it was nothing, that he was just being his usual cocky, impossible self. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way he’d looked at
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