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I added my power, bridging the gaps between human consciousness and the force of unmaking itself. Kieran stood at the center, entropy flowing through him like inverse blood. "I don't know you," he said. "But I feel like I should. Like you matter more than existence itself." "We do," Dimitri said firmly. "And we're about to matter together again." The new bond formed differently—not a triangle but a spiral, with entropy woven through every connection. I felt Kieran's memories flooding between us—not lost but distributed, held in trust across three minds instead of consumed by one.

I replied earnestly, and she left. The rest of the morning was torture with Ridley on my mind constantly. I had to stand up a few times just to concentrate on my work when it got out of hand. He flooded my mind...his voice, hands, scent...everything. My phone remained on my desk, my eyes diverting from the computer's screen to the phone every few minutes. It was absolute torture. All I could think about was his green eyes intensely staring at me when he said he loved me.

"Too long. An eternity." They sat in silence for a while, their hands still entwined, the connection between them a tangible thing in the quiet room. It was a silence filled with a tentative understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the pain they had both endured, and a fragile hope for healing. But it was also a silence pregnant with unspoken words, with fears and doubts that threatened to shatter the fragile peace.

And that fear had cost her the battle. For now. Dorian crossed his arms. “So, what does that mean for us? We were just collateral damage?” The warrior’s gaze sharpened. “You are entangled now.” The way he said it sent ice through Lena’s veins. “Entangled how?” Idris asked, his voice quiet but firm. The warrior hesitated. “The Rift does not simply take—it binds. You have entered its threshold, and now it marks you.” Lena’s stomach twisted. “Marks us for what?”

I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by fleeting emotions, especially not when they threatened the very foundation of my commitments. Determined to regain control, I decided to distance myself from Lisa. If she was the source of my distraction, then I needed to eliminate that distraction. I began to scrutinize her every move, finding faults where there were none. Her coffee was too hot one day, too sweet the next. Tasks she once completed flawlessly were now deemed inadequate. I assigned her additional duties, ensuring she was occupied from dawn till dusk.

Because the moment her perfume—light, fruity, not even strong—hit my nose… The room tilted. Then folded. Then… disappeared. My knees buckled, vision dimmed, and before I could even process what was happening— Everything went black.

Jax whispered, his silver fur bristling. The Fallen Iteration didn't have skin or clothes. They were made of Strange Matter—a hypothetical form of quark matter that is denser and more stable than ordinary atoms. To touch them was to risk a chain reaction that would turn your own biology into a frozen, crystalline statue. The Physics of the Mirror: Quantum Entanglement Rhys’s scanners went into a frenzy. "Elara, we have a Non-Local Correlation problem. Because they are us—spiritually and genetically—we are Quantumly Entangled with them."