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The hours before

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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
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    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

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    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

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    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

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    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 Prodigal Father

    The man who ruined my life was standing ten feet away with tears in his eyes, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to slap him or collapse. Seven years. Seven years since he'd drained our savings and vanished. Seven years since I'd watched my mother waste away in a hospital bed while the bills piled u

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    "How did you know?" Marcus asked."Because he's been circling me all season. He's the only one with access to the security system. And he's desperate enough to make a deal with anyone who promises him my spot." Jace's jaw tightened. "But I didn't know he was working with my parents. I thought he wa

  • The King's Hart    The Glowing Syringe

    The sirens weren't stopping.I stood in the wreckage of the loading bay, the golden syringe clutched in my frozen fingers, staring at the empty space where Celeste had been standing thirty seconds ago. Jace was beside me, chest heaving, his eyes still flickering blue-gold-blue like a war that would

  • The King's Hart    Where did the journalist come from?

    "Yes, you can. Look at me."His eyes met mine. Gold and blue, warring. His whole body was trembling, and I could feel the heat radiating off his skin."Your father experimented on you," I said. "Your mother abandoned you. Your sister was turned into a weapon. None of that is your fault. None of it.

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