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"I thought the pain was over," She whimpered, grabbing a handful of his shirt.

Isla is stone cold. It seems she's just a statue, her face is always frozen, never expressing anything. It's been like that since her brother was killed. Now all she does is kill the snappers and hope they don't get her too. As she remembers the past, the present mingles in and her group gets smaller.

[book 1 of the Fear Trilogy]