Chapter 75
She was on her feet without deciding to stand up. “You’re going to kill me off?” “As far as your family and the rest of the humans are concerned . . . yes.” For a moment she was too stunned to speak—her mind filled with creepy images of gravestones reading HERE LIES IRRISSA FOSTER. But one image was even worse. She closed her eyes, desperate to block out the horrifying mental picture, but it only became more vivid: her parents, hovering over her grave with tearstained faces. “You can’t do that to my parents,” she whispered, blinking back tears of her own. “We have to. If you disappeared, they would never stop trying to find you. It would draw too much attention to everything.” “But don’t you know what this will do to them?” “I wish there were another way.” She refused to accept th
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