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I faltered to a stop as I heard the frail voice call my name and just as if it was planned; the dark clouds suddenly dispersed enough for me to be able to see what was in front of me My eyes widened as I saw Greyson on his knees with the red-haired woman standing over him "No! Get away from him!" I screamed and she turned her head towards me before holding her arm up to show me what she had in her grasp "You're too late" she hissed and my breath caught in my throat when I realized she was holding a heart in her hand No No way It couldn't be I turned to Greyson, watching while frozen with shock and horror as he was coughing up blood while clutching his chest; his chest that now had a gaping h

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

"**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**" "Leave him alone!" I roared, the violet seed in my hand glowing with a frantic, white-hot heat. "Take me! I'm the one who broke your bridge! I'm the one who defaulted!" --- ## Chapter 72: The Bankruptcy of the Soul The mechanical heart slowed its rhythm, a deep, resonant *thud* that shook the floor beneath my feet. A holographic screen manifested in front of me, displaying a complex, glowing equation that made my eyes bleed.

We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine. "The Heart is a physical machine," Ghost explained as he steered. "It’s hidden beneath the Oval Office. It’s a giant crystal made of nanotech. It vibrates at a frequency that matches the human heart. That’s how he controls them." "How do we stop it?" I asked. "We don't just stop it," Mom said. She looked at me, her blue wires glowing in the dark. "We have to reverse it. We have to use a different code. A code that breaks the rhythm."

Glowing, almost, in some small impossible way none of them could have named — as if the cold autumn morning sun had picked her out of the platform with a long careful finger and was holding her there. The pack-folk in the courtyard stared. Elowen felt the second heartbeat under her ribs roar. It was not a heartbeat any more. It was a shout. The grey-eyed thing inside her chest that had been sleeping for twenty years and waking very slowly for the past several months threw its head back inside her body and opened its eyes, and the small careful glamour an old western witch named Mother Hadda had wrapped around the soul of a murdered prince and tucked into the body of a newborn girl twenty yea

Two vast shapes pressed against its fabric—outlines of gods denied entry to a world that was no longer structured for them. I rolled onto my back, gasping. The mark on my chest had changed again. It wasn’t a sigil. It was a wound. A glowing tear in reality itself, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Every pulse sent shockwaves through the land. Somewhere far away, mountains split. Somewhere closer, wolves howled in terror. And beneath everything— A heartbeat answered. Not mine. Not the world’s. The Gate. I pushed myself up slowly, swaying. The crater around me smoked, stone still molten at the edges. The air tasted like lightning and ash.

***End of Flashback*** Gwa's chest was rising and falling rapidly as he heard the footsteps getting closer. He closed his eyes as the girl came into view.

I rip out her heart at once. Her grip releases as she stares at me with shock and she coughs, pulling back and I land on my feet with her heart in my hand. I wonder how she staggers back and summons a dark crystal blade. I stand and watch her throw it in another direction. “You missed.” I smirk, only to hear a grunt and a sharp scream as she falls to the ground in her last breath. The dark crystal blade sticks out of Greyson’s chest as blood slowly pours out of the sides. I rush to him, even as Gwen holds his hands, sobbing her heart out and I discard the heart in my hands.

But I need to try. * * * * * * * * * By the time I reach her gate, my palms are sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I stand there for a moment, staring at the metal gate as if it is the only thing standing between me and redemption. My hand shakes as I finally knock.

My voice was shaking, but my chest ached with longing. He gave me one last look, eyes soft but determined, before stepping away. I watched him leave, every step taking a piece of my heart with him. My chest felt hollow, yet alive with something fierce I couldn’t name. The room felt empty, too quiet. I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart. And then, a faint glow caught my attention. My eyes flickered to the moonlight streaming through the window, and I realized with a shock that my eyes were faintly glowing red.