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Chapter 9: Zephyr
I’m not sure I’ve ever broken down like I did with Ishir last night. And I know I’ve never let someone hold me, seeking them out to hold me while I cried. He thinks my sadness is due to my missing son, and most of it is. But the rest is about having to kill these shifters. Their pain and their cries are haunting my dreams. It seems that only Ishir can quiet them down, helping to bring me peace again. I have to leave early this morning before Ishir wakes up. I hear my phone ping with a text, and I know who it is – Oliver. He gave me a new address to meet him at. I’m not sure what that means, but I have to assume that Ishir is closing in on him, and he’s moving. It was news to me that he’s moving Ancalagon, and that Ishir found a couple different places with his scent. I figured he’d broug
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