Chapter One Hundred And Two

Keira's Pov

“Keira, hurry! Breakfast will get cold!”

My eyes fluttered open slowly.

“Keira! Come on, how long do you have to sleep?”

Mom.

My eyes hit the ceiling— a familiar memory.

Damn…

I sat up in bed hastily, but winced slightly. I was still in bloody clothes with the slashes Zane had giv...

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