COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
“I’m a medical student, Julian! I know how to use my brain, but a body can’t live without a heart. You’re my heart. If we split up, I’ll be nothing—just a machine.”
“You’re more than a machine, Maya,” Julian said, stepping closer, pulling her into his chest. He felt cool—almost icy—but solid. Like home. “You’re the one who chose this long path. You told Ghostwriter not to skip a single word. He warned us it wouldn’t be easy.”
Suddenly, a huge metal arm burst from the Science side, smashing down onto the island. At the same time, a wave of purple fire from the Magic side blasted a pile of books into ash. The island buckled beneath them.