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- ❝But why on earth would Iris want to kill me, Mr. Blanc? Tell me that.❞
- ❝Simple: Jealousy. Anyone with eyes can see how Miss Allen looks at Miss Whiskey, Mr. Bron.❞
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CHAPTER THREE Miles' Island, Greece — 14:48 p.m.
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—— THEY ALL TOOK A SMALLER BOAT to the glass dock that came off the beach of Miles’ island, their luggage all packed up against them. Iris shimmied from beside her suitcase, stepping on to the dock after Birdie, who had already started sprinting her way towards Miles, who they had all caught sight of sitting with his guitar. Whiskey stepped off after and Iris held out a hand, the girl taking it with a hint of a smirk, and they all watched as Birdie continued her screaming towards the man on the beach.
“Miles!” she screeched, her voice causing a couple other seagulls to join in. She reached land in a matter of seconds, and Miles welcomed her joyfully, wrapping one arm around her back.
“Oh, my baby, Birdie!”
“Oh, with your island!” Birdie continued to gush, untangling herself to stand on her own once more. “Serenading me with my song!”
“On the guitar Paul wrote in on,” Miles boasted, leaning the musical instrument up against his thigh. Birdie chuckled silently, not believing him, but he only nodded, making her gasp out in surprise. “I know, legit, right? But look at your face. It was worth it. Oh!” He threw the guitar into the sand upon catching sight of everyone else making their way over. “My friends, my friends, oh, my old friends.”
