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That worried him more than her earlier hesitation. They reached the core bay doors. The security scanner flickered uncertainly, then recognized Rhea’s biometrics and unlocked with a heavy groan. The doors parted and the chamber opened before them—a vast circular room lined in gleaming conduits, with the Heart itself suspended in the center like a sphere of liquid light. It wasn’t solid—no object could describe it. It was a swirling matrix of data, a coherent storm of information threads that twisted and braided into a constantly-shifting, luminous shape. Adrian had seen it before, but never like this. The Heart flickered erratically, arcs of energy stretching outward like lightning reaching

I mended the door right away using one of my best vampiric skills. I made my way to my room. Throwing myself on the bed. I should not feel like this towards a human for that matter. After all I still promised her. I need to keep my distance. My traitorous heart was demanding otherwise. I needed to gain my resolve. I exited my bedroom and made my way to the spare room and locked myself inside.

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

"So tell us, what are you trying to get out of the Hayes family? "Wait, no." After speaking, Seth leaned closer to me with a provocative look. "First, prove whether this person actually died or if you're making it up." I suppressed the rage burning inside me and looked at Scarlett once more. "Sign the papers." Seth smiled mockingly. "You really think you're something special, don't you? "Scarlett, just sign it already. What kind of stunt is this supposed to be? Who's he trying to scare?

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

Something was wrong. Cass slid out from under the covers, moving like a shadow. Her steps carried her down a side hallway, following a faint noise—muted, like a struggle pressed into velvet. It grew clearer the closer she came. A muffled thud. A harsh exhale. Then, silence again. Cass pressed her palm to the wall, heart quickening. She wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to hear this. But she couldn’t turn back now. The door at the end of the corridor was ajar, darkness bleeding out into the hall. Inside, something shifted.

“The vault’s heart. This final layer will test the heir directly. Everyone else may aid you—but only you may unlock the truth inside.” Kael’s hand found mine again. “Whatever happens, we do this together.” I nodded, though my chest felt tight. My mother’s echo whispered faintly in my memory: Do not fear the truth. I drew in a breath, stepping forward toward the crystalline heart. The floor pulsed beneath my boots as though it were alive, veins of light tightening and releasing in sync with my pulse. Shadows flickered at the edges of my vision, not threatening, but restless, like spirits awaiting judgment.

The humming stopped instantly. The silence that followed was unbearable. Then... thud. A single heartbeat echoed from the other side of the vault. Then another, louder and closer. Luca stepped in front of her. "Get back." But the marble cracked like glass beneath her touch, splintering outward in a spiderweb pattern. With a sound like thunder, the vault exploded open, sending shards of stone across the room. Inside was a black chamber. And in the center… a heart. Not symbolic—a literal, massive, pulsing heart of flesh and obsidian, suspended in midair by invisible tendrils of energy. Each beat sent a wave of hot wind through the chamber.

Her heart raced at his nearness, his scent of smoke and pine surrounding her. They had fallen into a crypt. Torches burned with black fire, casting eerie shadows on walls carved with ancient markings. In the center lay a stone altar, glowing faintly beneath a suspended heart-shaped crystal pulsing with red light. Lila’s chest tightened. “The Heart of the Curse.” Cole followed her gaze. “So it’s real.” She nodded. “It feeds on pain, betrayal, and blood. As long as it beats, the curse survives.” He approached it cautiously. “Can it be destroyed?”

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.