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The Poisoned Truth

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The Valcourt compound was dark when we pulled up, every window black as a dead eye. No guards at the gate. No security lights. Just the iron fence glinting under a sliver of moon and the hum of something wrong in the air. Diane's message was still glowing on my phone: Come alone. Or Margot dies. But Jace was beside me, his jaw set like granite, his hand wrapped around mine so tight my fingers were numb.

"She'll know I'm not alone," I said.

"She knows we don't follow orders." He killed the engin
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  • The King's Hart    The Ashford Shadow

    The celebration roared around us, but I couldn't hear any of it. Diane's name pulsed on my phone screen like a wound that wouldn't close. She'll be seeing you soon. Jace took the phone from my hand, read the message twice, and his jaw tightened until I could see the muscle jumping in his cheek."She's bluffing." His voice was quiet, controlled, the Aegis steady behind his eyes. "The Ashford network is shattered. She's on the run. This is desperation.""You don't believe that.""No. I don't." He handed the phone back. "But the draft is over. We're alive. Marcus is recovering. The Volkovs are retreating. Whatever Diane is planning, we have time to prepare."I wanted to believe him. The locker room was full of laughter and champagne and teammates clapping Jace on the back. Ava was in the corner, already filing her follow-up story. Celeste stood guard by the door, her gold eyes scanning every face. My father was somewhere in the building. For the first time in months, we'd actually won so

  • The King's Hart    The Draft

    The draft venue glowed like a cathedral of glass and steel, every window blazing with light against the dark winter sky. We stood at the edge of the crowd, Jace's hand wrapped around mine, the roar of ten thousand voices rumbling through the walls. Somewhere inside, scouts and cameras and three Volkov agents were waiting. Somewhere inside, my father was in the front row."You ready?" I asked."No." Jace's eyes flickered gold, but steady. Controlled. "But I'm done letting fear make my decisions."We walked through the side entrance together. The hallway stretched ahead, lined with framed jerseys and championship banners. Halfway down, Celeste emerged from the shadows. "The Volkov agents are in position. Security, media, one scout. They're watching every entrance.""Let them watch." Jace's voice was calm. "I'm not their weapon anymore."Helena met us at the tunnel entrance with a clipboard and a grim expression. "Ava's story just went live. Every major outlet is picking it up. The blood

  • The King's Hart    The hours before

    Six hours before the draft, Marcus stopped breathing.I was in the safe house hallway when the machines screamed. Doctors burst through the doors, shouting words I didn't understand, and I pressed myself against the wall as they wheeled him past—his face pale, his silver eyes closed, the binding agent's poison still burning through his veins. Jace caught my arm before my knees gave out."He's not going to die," he said, but his voice was rough, uncertain. "The Valcourt doctors know what they're doing.""He took that syringe for you.""I know.""Why would he do that? After everything he did—all the lies, all the manipulation—why would he sacrifice himself?"Jace was quiet for a moment. The same question had been eating at him since the arena. "Because he meant what he said. Everything he did, he did because he loved you. Even the betrayal. Even the lies." He met my eyes. "Love makes people do terrible things. It also makes them do brave ones."I stared at the closed doors of the medica

  • The King's Hart    The Volkov Assault

    The first Volkov agent crashed through the glass before anyone could move. Shards exploded across the ice like frozen rain, and then they were everywhere—pouring through the shattered doors, their silver eyes cutting through the dark arena like cold fire. Twelve of them. Maybe more. I grabbed Marcus by the front of his bloodied jacket and dragged him behind the boards as a wave of pressure slammed into the spot where he'd been standing."They sent a kill squad," he gasped, pressing a hand to the gash on his forehead. "Not a recruitment team. The voided contract triggered a full termination order. They're here to eliminate everyone."Jace was already moving. His eyes flared gold, and the air around him shimmered with heat. "Celeste, protect Sophie. Helena, get Margot to the Valcourt safe house. Marcus—""I'm fighting." Marcus pushed himself upright, his silver eyes steady despite the blood streaming down his face. "I burned my life for this. Let me finish it."Jace didn't argue. He jus

  • The King's Hart    The Edge of Control

    Nine days before the draft, Jace's power nearly killed him.I was in the stands at dawn, watching him run drills alone on the empty ice. Helena had given the team a rest day, but Jace never rested. He skated in brutal circles, slapshots echoing through the rafters like gunfire, his breath coming in harsh white bursts. Then he stopped. His stick clattered to the ice. His body went rigid, and a sound escaped him—half growl, half scream—as gold light bled from his eyes and poured down his cheeks like liquid fire.I was on the ice before I knew I'd moved, my sneakers slipping on the frozen surface. "Jace!"He didn't answer. He couldn't. His whole body was shaking, muscles locked, the veins in his neck standing out like cords. The air pressure dropped. The lights flickered. Somewhere in the tunnel, I heard Celeste shout a warning—she'd been watching from the shadows, always watching—but I didn't stop. I grabbed his arm, and the heat of his skin burned through my gloves."Look at me. Whatev

  • The King's Hart    The Friend Who Wasn't

    Marcus's silver eyes reflected the warehouse lights like mirrors, and in them, I saw every moment he'd been there—every study session, every coffee, every time he'd told me Jace was dangerous and I should walk away. He wasn't protecting me. He was isolating me. The same way Gregory had isolated Jace. The same way Diane had isolated Margot. All of them, working different angles of the same terrible plan."Say something," Marcus said. His voice was calm, but his hands were shaking at his sides. "Scream at me. Tell me I'm a monster. I deserve it.""You're Volkov." The words scraped out of my throat. "The whole time. From the very beginning.""From before the beginning. I was assigned to watch the Kingston heir when I was sixteen. The Volkovs knew Gregory was trying to activate the Aegis. They wanted to see if he'd succeed before they made their move." He took a step closer, and Jace moved to block him. "I never wanted to hurt you, Sophie. That part was real. Everything I felt for you—""

  • The King's Hart    The Enemy Within

    The suspicion followed me home like a shadow I couldn't shake. Jace had dropped me at my apartment with a quiet "get some sleep" and a look that lingered a beat too long, and now I was sitting on my bed at three in the morning, staring at the unknown number's message until the words blurred. The ag

  • The King's Hart    The wrong message

    I don't delete the message.That's the thing I keep coming back to as I walk home through the freezing dark. I should have deleted it. Any normal person would have deleted it. But instead I read it four times on the elevator ride down, and then I saved it to my phone like evidence.Stay away from m

  • The King's Hart    Stay away

    "I told you to leave."Jace hasn't moved from the hallway. Blood drips down his cheek and onto his ripped t-shirt. His hands are still shaking, but his voice is ice now. Cold and hard. A door slamming shut.I'm standing in his bathroom doorway with the first aid kit in my hands. My heart is poundin

  • The King's Hart    The boy who almost killed me

    "You're late."My supervisor Diane doesn't look up from her clipboard. She doesn't have to. I already know I'm in trouble.The tutoring center smells like stale coffee and desperation. Three students huddle over textbooks in the corner. None of them look at me. None of them care that I sprinted acr

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