Chapter 87

Briar’s POV

I gasped awake, eyes snapping open to the quiet darkness of my room. My heart thundered in my chest, the echoes of my siren’s words still swirling through my mind.

The pale moonlight spilled gently across my bed, making shadows dance on the walls. I pressed my palm to my forehead, feeling the lingering pulse of power, uncertainty, and fear. It was all too much. Too complicated. Too dangerous.

"I need a drink," I murmured, pushing the sheets away. My feet touched the cold floor, sending a shiver up my spine, but it helped clear the haze from my mind.

I crept silently into the kitchen, moonlight guiding me through the penthouse. The quiet hum of appliances and the faint creaks of the old building felt eerily comforting, grounding me in reality after the surreal conversation with my siren self.

Pouring a glass of water, I leaned against the countertop and sighed deeply, staring out at the city lights twinkling below.

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