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They were watching her now.
Every step Isla took through the corridor of the medical wing felt like an echo through a vacuum. Aidan walked behind her, silent, alert. Kaelen flanked her right side, always close, his warmth the only thing tethering her to the present.
"I'm not going to turn into him," she said aloud, though it sounded more like a p
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