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Warning: Remote artificial heart shutdown imminent. Mandy didn't even look at them. She kept her eyes locked on mine and gave a vicious yank. In that instant, my vision went dark. But right before I blacked out, I heard the rehab center's doors slam open. Someone burst into the conference room, pushing a wheelchair. Aiden sat in the wheelchair, his face as white as a sheet. His gaze locked onto the bloody incision beneath my collarbone. The next second, the alarm on his artificial heart went off at maximum volume. He clutched at his chest and toppled out of the wheelchair, collapsing right at Mandy's feet.

“A girl blacklisted, desperate for a lifeline, easily manipulated by a taste of luxury and a few chivalrous words on a stage. He didn't save you from the sharks tonight, Flora. He just made sure you didn't drown before he was done using you.” I opened my mouth to respond—but nothing came. Not because I believed him. Because there was nothing in his words I didn’t already understand. Arthur took one last drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke directly over my shoulder. He tapped his gold lighter against his palm, stepping back into the light of the main lounge as a couple of executives walked past. “Enjoy the show while it lasts, Flora,” he said, his tone suddenly shifting back into a terr

Arthur finds me near the gate. He is holding a small glass of something amber. He looks at me for a moment. “Gerald would have found the ceremony slightly verbose,” he says. “Dana was not verbose,” I say. “The specific love that lives in the details,” Arthur says. “Gerald would have said that was accurate. “What words would Gerald have used?” I say. Arthur thinks about it. “He would have said: pay attention to each other,” he says. “That is all. The rest follows.”

We were two people in a broken car at the end of the world, with no money, no names, and nowhere to go. "What now, Lee?" she asked. "Now," I said, looking at the first light of dawn breaking over the Icelandic peaks. "We find a place where they don't have a library card." The cliffhanger wasn't a threat. It was the sound of a phone—not a burner, not a Vane device, but Arthur’s private line. "It’s Marcus," Arthur said, handing the phone to me. I took it. "Marcus? We’re clear. The money is transferred."

“Read this confession while you’re at it. The one about how you were secretly giving your lawful wife birth control pills every day. “That way, when you’re drunk next time, you can’t go around telling people I was the barren one who ended the Carter bloodline.” Arthur’s face turned even paler. “Sign. “Sign, and we’re done.” With a trembling hand, Arthur picked up the pen. He looked up at me. “Cadence.... if I told you I actually regret everything... “If I said I’ve realized that I actually— “Arthur,” I cut him off. “Don’t you dare say ‘love’ to me. It’s disgusting.”

Thankfully, Arthur knew the room number and decided to head there directly. “Room 08!” Arthur muttered to himself as he searched for it. It didn’t take long before he found the door, but when he tried to open it, it was locked. He was a bit frustrated and he wondered aloud, "I thought he had gotten inside?” Shaking his head, Arthur turned back to look for Alexander. As he wandered the hallway, Arthur spotted Alexander fumbling with a card at another door. “What are you trying to do?” he called out, his voice carrying just enough to catch Alexander’s attention. “That’s not the right door.”

Liam: "The corner of Michigan and Oak. 11 AM. Don't be late." Ten minutes. I had ten minutes to walk out my door or cancel this whole thing. I chewed my lip, tasting the cheap lipstick I had smeared on and immediately wiped off because it looked wrong. It was too bright, too much. Like I was trying too hard. Like I was desperate. What would Arthur say if he knew? My stomach dropped just thinking about it. He would lose his mind. Liam was the one name that made Arthur's jaw go tight, made his voice go harsh. 'The bastard who thinks he's owed something. The mistake my father made before he met my mother.'

The breath left my lungs in a sharp gasp, the rough brick scraping right through the thin cotton of my jacket. "You think you run this place now?" Val sneered, leaning in so close I could smell the stale liquor on his breath. He pressed his forearm hard against my throat, pinning me to the bricks. "You are nothing but street trash, Arthur. A cheap liar from the lower district who got lucky. You think he loves you? He is a Lionel. They don't love things, they use them. Your little reign over his head is going to end in blood, and I am going to watch it happen."

"I will not let Arthur win. I will stand against the darkness, even if it costs me everything." With renewed conviction, Lyra conjured a shield of shimmering light around herself and her ally, deflecting the creature's relentless attacks as they regrouped. The battle raged on, the outcome uncertain, yet Lyra refused to falter. Her bravery served as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, inspiring others to continue the fight. "Arthur," she whispered into the night, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of battle. "Know that I will never give up on you, or the world we both once cherished. No matter what it takes, I will find my way back to you."

Just then, I felt my Lycan stir in my head, and screamed a word I never thought I would ever hear again. “MATE!” she growled, running circles in my head, making me feel dizzy and the words unconsciously left from my lips. I could hear the gasps of the people around me, but I couldn’t focus on anything else. “MINE!” Arthur let out a happy, possessive growl, as if staking his claim on me. There was only one thing going in my head on repeat. ARTHUR IS MY MATE!