Sounding furious
The sudden outburst jolted Megan upright, blankets sliding uselessly into her lap. “Excuse me?” she managed, still groggy, fighting to shake off sleep. Recognition hit instantly—the voice belonged to the same man from the flea market. But now his tone was completely different. Gone was the quiet calm from yesterday. Instead, his words carried pure fury, almost panic, as if something terrible had happened. His intensity made Megan’s skin prickle with dread she couldn’t explain.
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