The London fog embraced Cat like a living thing, cool and damp against her new, hypersensitive skin. She ran through the ancient forest that surrounded Thorne Manor, her feet barely disturbing the leaf litter, her body a blur of motion unseen by mortal eyes. Elias’s blood thrummed in her veins, mingling with the raw power of the ley lines she had siphoned, transforming her with every pounding beat of her new, almost-silent heart.Her human heart. It had stopped. In its place, a magnetic hum resonated in her chest, pulling her toward the deep, arterial currents of the city. Her vision, now permanently fixed in the "Surveyor’s Sight," saw London not as concrete and steel, but as a vast, glowing grid of power lines, energy conduits, and pulsing life forces.And within that grid, she saw the Syndicate. Black voids, like clots in the city's veins, gathered in dark pockets.She needed answers. The journal entry Vane had sent—real or forged—had planted a poisonous seed of doubt. He watches m
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