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Chapter 11

Auteur: Christina Wilder
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The silence in the Warrens was more violent than the screeching frequency had been. Elara stared at the boy standing in the jagged doorway. Julian. The boy with the clumsy hands and the scent of ozone and old library books who had dropped a beaker in Chemistry three months ago. The boy who had looked at her not as a Street Kid or a weapon, but as a girl.

He was the first spark—the Forbidden Bond she had felt before Kael, before the Harem, before the world fell apart.

“Julian,” Elara whispered, her voice cracking.

“He isn’t Julian anymore, Elara,” Kael growled, stepping in front of her. His claws were out, his body vibrating with a protective fury that threatened to shatter the localized anchor they had built. “He’s a drone. A puppet.”

Julian smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. They were a flat, polished violet, devoid of the warmth she remembered. “Not a puppet, Kaelen. A conductor. I was the prototype the Council discarded because I was too ‘unstable.’ They didn’t realize that inst
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