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He asked her if the Heart was supposed to make the shadows feel so hungry. Laila looked at her brother, seeing the same fear in his eyes that she felt in her marrow. She realized that Elias, with his unshielded connection to the lunar essence, was a living barometer for the supernatural. If he felt the hunger, it wasn't just her imagination. She told him that the Heart had awakened more than just the wolves. She said that for centuries, the Silverbacks had been the lock on a door they didn't even know existed. By opening the seal to save the city, she had turned the key.

Seventeen. The number of times Grace had rehearsed this. Eighteen if she counted the aborted attempt in the grocery store parking lot where she had psyched herself out and bought ice cream instead. Now she stood in front of William’s door, about to ring the doorbell and suddenly remembering how her mother had told her that cardiac arrest was hereditary in their family, maybe that was ever own heart attempting an escape velocity. She pressed the bell before cowardice could win and William came to the door, looking surprised to see her. And when she saw him, she didn’t even wait for him to say anything before pouring her own words out without stopping.

Because she knew Grace was really not that kind of a person, her heart was a soft heart, a heart of gold. “A heart of gold love.” Cassandra teased, and Grace nodded her head in Concord. “Yes, love, a heart of gold, mehn. That is me, baby! I guess it would be a heart of stone if they dared again.” Grace said, and just immediately something she had forgotten flashed back in her head. “What?” Cassandra asked immediately if she noticed the change of expression of Grace. “The paper the dark-faced man, I mean the handsome 😈 devil, gave me, I have not checked what is written in there.” Grace lamented.

“How are you?” “I’m fine,” Nya said as his arms wrapped around her. The information Gator had told her sprang to mind, but she couldn’t help but hug him back. “The Heart of Magic is in your chest in your castle. It’s yours.” “Thank you, Nya,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” He released her then, looking around, and then asked, “Where’s Gator?” Nya blew out a deep breath. “He’s back in your castle. Cast in stone.”

Sensory Data: Flour, laughter, the scent of damp cedar. I felt a sharp, agonizing pull in the center of my chest—a phantom pain where the "Hart" version of my heart used to reside. For a micro-second, the Weaver's logic faltered. The silver threads in the loom turned a violent, mahogany red—the exact color of Ethan’s eyes. "Grace?" The voice didn't come from the car below. It came from the loom itself. A second silhouette was forming in the light—a distorted, flickering reflection of Ethan.

every breath of its air felt thick with a sickening stench. The only thing I missed was Grandma Nora and her farm full of moon-grass. But I never made it back. As I was running for the station, a silver bullet, packed with high-concentration wolfsbane, shot clean through my heart. The searing pain of my blood boiling and my bones dissolving consumed me. In my last moments, I could hear the cheers of Cora's fanatical followers... The memory cut off. I opened my eyes and realized my face was wet with tears.

I whispered, the word carrying the weight of my resolve. In a swift motion, I swiped the sweat from my brow, forming it into a liquid blade that shot toward Pete. He didn’t see it coming. The water hardened into ice just before it struck his chest, sinking deep. He grunted, staggering back, and in that brief moment of weakness, Thrystan was free.

When the radiating heat between them finally clicked and with a sudden awkwardness they seperate. They look everywhere but at each other as Hiya mesmerised and overwhelmed with Ahil's gesture looked down. While Ahil with an uneven heartbeat was trying to conclude those foreign emotions gripping his chest cast a glance at his wrist. Ahil realised it was past midnight now, as his hazel brown orbs observed the gold frame watch. Cutting through the awkward silence, he inquired, "It's getting quite late... Could you share your address with me? So, I'll make sure you get home safely."

I lift up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, not caring that he has razor sharp fangs and a crooked mouth. I want to tell him everything I’m feeling in my heart, but I can’t. Not with Garth at the top of the wall extending an arm to me. I see wolves tearing in from all directions now. I meet Canaan’s eyes for a moment and then rush toward Garth. I grab his hand, and he pulls me over the wall just as a large wolf with green eyes comes into view. I know that it's Ellison. I lift my hand, and then we are gone.

My heart beat like a war drum in my ears. Everything had unraveled so quickly. One glance, one panicked retreat, and now Lyla... sweet, soft Lyla... she was lying somewhere between life and death because she saw me. Because she followed me. I could not breathe properly. Guilt tightened around my throat like an invisible garrote. I had to return to the estate. It was the only place that might still accept me, the only place where the ghosts knew my name.