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“The day the poent out” My istered the moment The siren had that effect on ht it This was too important

“He was punching the wall,” I went on “He was screa wasn’t right He just kept punching and punching and punching, even when Toland brought light downstairs”

“Devra—her feelings?”

“Open,” the old e blocked”

“Good Piper, take us through every step from the time you decided to folloen to the time you came back upstairs”

I did, telling thes smelled to the way his footsteps sounded, all the way down the stairs

“Then I went around the corner, and I couldn’t see hiry that he disappeared Then he hit me over the head”

“What happened next?”

“I woke up—”

“No,” Cassandra sang “Before you woke up What happened?”

I frowned I truly wanted nothingshe wanted—that was the siren song’s htly from the depths of my hypnotic state

“Hoould I knoasn’t awake”

“But your ears heard,” she whispered “What did they hear?”

Her song intensified once ht Even in my unconscious state, sos

Noises