Broken: Claiming her place
At that moment, something caught my attention.
A little, golden, ornate key hung from a thin chain around his neck, half-hidden beneath his shirt. Intricately carved.
A heart-key.
My father’s voice echoed in my memory, clear as day. The Black Ledger doesn’t open for just anyone. It needs a heart-key. Blood alone won’t do.
So this was it. Not locked away in a vault. Not buried in some secret chamber.
It was in plain sight. Hanging right on Liam’s chest.
My pulse quickened, but I kept my face carefully blank. Inside, everything shifted. Every piece fell into place with terrifying clarity. Fernando had been right. The ledger was meticulously protected, but it was in the most bizarre way possibl
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