"Nothing, I'm fine!" Kyra said quickly, trying to hide her face. "I just need some fresh air."
Without another word, she turned and fled, her face hidden by her hands as she ran out. Damon and Lucas watched her go, both puzzled and worried about her sudden and intense reaction.
Kyra ran into her room, her cheeks as red as a tomato. She jumped onto her bed, burying her face in the pillows.
"You're so bad," Kyra muttered.
"No we're. Now that we're alone, we should merge our memories," the voice suddenly said, causing Kyra to look up at the ceiling.
"How much time will it take?" Kyra asked.
"An hour or so," the voice replied.
Kyra nodded. "Better get it over with soon."
Without warning, she felt her brain start spinning, a dizzying sensation overwhelming her senses. The room seemed to blur and tilt, and before she could react, she fainted, succumbing to the overwhelming process of merging memories.
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