Zoe POV

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I'm not sure how long I've been under when the sound pulls me back.

It's soft. Barely there. My name, except not quite — it's more like a breath that happens to take the shape of my name, ragged at the edges, like it slipped out by accident. I'm still half-submerged in sleep when I hear it, and my first instinct is to answer, to roll over and—

Don't.

Iris's voice drops into my mind like a hand on my shoulder. Firm. Deliberate.

"Iris." I ...