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The sixth bell rang.Its sound shook the Chamber of Tides so violently that silver water leapt from the lake in glittering arcs. The Heartstone hovered between my hands, pulsing with moonlight, and beneath the mountain I felt the silver door opening another inch.Power flooded through me.Not borrowed power.Mine.The sensation was intoxicating and terrifying at once. I could hear the lake breathing, hear the runes whispering beneath the stone, hear the heartbeat of the Well itself.Cassimir stared at me with naked hunger.“Give me the Heartstone,” he said.Moonlight curled around my fingers.“No.”His smile vanished.Silver fire erupted from his hands.I reacted instinctively.The Heartstone flashed.A wall of moonlight burst outward, colliding with Cassimir’s attack in an explosion that lit the chamber white. The shockwave hurled him backward across the shattered altar island.The crown on his head screamed.Actually screamed.A thin metallic shriek tore through the cavern as black

Chapter 14: The Eyes Beneath the ThroneThe second pair of silver eyes opened in the abyss.They were larger than any human eyes should be.Older than the throne.Older than the kingdom.They stared upward through the crack beneath the Throne Below, and the cavern seemed to stop breathing.Ronan went rigid in my arms.The ancient voice laughed through him again.“Mine.”“No!” I gripped his face with both hands. “Ronan, look at me!”His silver eyes flickered.For one desperate heartbeat, I saw him.Then darkness surged across his skin.The black symbols spread farther up his throat.The abyss pulsed.Boom.Boom.Boom.The heartbeat had returned.Selene staggered backward, her ghostly form flickering violently. “It should not be awake.”Lucien pushed himself to his feet, one hand pressed to his burned shoulder. “I’m starting to feel that our ancestors made an impressive number of catastrophic mistakes.”No one laughed.The eyes beneath the throne blinked once.Silver light flooded the c

The palace bells had not stopped ringing.Their iron voices rolled through the corridors of the Shadow Palace, deep and relentless, as if the fortress itself had become a warning. Each toll echoed through the stone beneath my feet and through the silver mark burning faintly on my wrist.I stood beside the narrow window of my chamber in the Moon Tower and watched the crimson moon climb higher over the cliffs. The blood moon painted the sea below in dark red light. Black waves crashed against the rocks like the heartbeat of something ancient.Behind me, the fire hissed.Ronan sat in silence near the hearth, one elbow resting on his knee, shadows moving lazily around his boots. Since the attack in the catacombs, he had spoken little. The glowing crescent on his palm had dimmed, but it had not disappeared.Neither had the bond.I felt him even when I wasn’t looking at him.His exhaustion. His anger. The cold fear he tried so hard to bury.It unsettled me more than the moon.“Stop staring

Ronan’s blood hit the black water.The sound was small.Too small.A crimson line spread across his chest where the Keeper’s claws had torn through flesh and shadow alike. For one terrible heartbeat, he remained standing, sword raised, shadows raging around him.Then the bond screamed through me.Pain exploded inside my chest.I gasped as silver light swallowed my feet and surged higher, pulling me toward the Moonwell. The well did not feel like water.It felt like memory.Like moonlight given weight.Ronan staggered.“Lyra…” His voice broke.I reached for him instinctively, but the light dragged me downward.The Keeper roared again and lunged.Ronan met it with a burst of shadowfire that shook the chamber. Black flames devoured the creature’s antlers, and silver water hissed into steam.But I felt the truth through the bond.He was weakening.The curse was feeding on him.“Ronan!” I screamed.The Moonwell seized my legs.Silver water climbed my body, cold enough to burn. The chamber

King Malachar Draven stepped free.The last chain fell into the silver water with a sound like a bell tolling for the dead.For one impossible heartbeat, no one moved.The ancient king stood before the Shadow Throne, shadows pouring from his body like smoke from a funeral pyre. The blood moon blazed through the crack in the ceiling, painting his pale face crimson.Then the bond exploded.Pain tore through me as silver light burst from my wrist and raced across Ronan’s palm. He staggered, catching himself against the broken pillar.“Lyra—”His voice fractured.I felt it too.The bond was sealing.Moonlight and shadow twisted together between us, forming luminous threads that wrapped around our wrists, our hearts, our souls.Selene cried out.“No!”Malachar smiled.“At last.”The chamber shook violently. The throne behind him blazed with silver fire, and the deep heartbeat beneath the palace became a thunderous roar.Boom.Boom.Boom.Water surged across the floor.Lucien grabbed my arm