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HUNDRED SEVEN

CIARA’S POV

I don't remember falling asleep. One moment I was staring at my phone, willing Darragh to call back, and the next I was being jolted awake by an incessant ringing sound. My eyes flew open, disoriented and groggy. The room was bathed in the pale light of early morning, and for a second I couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from.

Then I realized it was my phone. I fumbled for it on the nightstand, squinting at the screen through bleary eyes. Darragh's name flashed across ...

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