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Not of dying. But of dying without her. The bond pulsed faintly. Still there. Not broken. Just… stretched. Lucien clenched his fist. “Come back to me,” he whispered into the empty chamber. Because if this mortal heart stopped before she returned He would haunt her across lifetimes.

Nicola's voice remained calm. Sebastian's voice trembled. "Nicola, I know I was wrong. I'll change. I've lost the family. All I want is you..." Nicola interrupted him, "The moment that emerald pendant shattered, you're dead to me. I'm free now and happy." The call ended, and the dial tone echoed in the empty room. Sebastian slumped to the floor, staring at the television screen. The news was showing a banquet in Sicily, Italy.

she whispered, voice trembling but defiant. Kelvin pressed his forehead to hers. “Then you won’t. Not tonight. Not ever. As long as I breathe, I will protect you both.” Dante’s smirk deepened, his eyes cold and calculating. “Oh… I love your determination. So… refreshing. But you see, determination is only as strong as the person it seeks to protect. And that tiny little heartbeat inside you? That is already mine to manipulate. Every movement, every thought, every fear it all belongs to me.”

“Do you know what could have happened if you drained her fully? You would’ve died too, Cassian!” That made me pause and blinked at him. “What?” “The curse comes with a bond, it's why you're not meant to be with anyone or you'll drain them dry thinking you're quenching your thirst but you're just killing yourself instead ,” he said through clenched teeth and I'm surprised I'm just realising this, is this why we were always locked or being in the woods? “You marked her. Your blood is now linked to hers. If she dies by your bite, you go down with her.”

It was all connected, and it was inside him now. By dawn, I hadn’t slept. The council chamber was alive with voices when I entered, the rune stone and black feather set before Elder Darius like evidence at a trial. The shaman traced the carved symbols with a gnarled finger. His voice was grim. “This is no ordinary curse. This is an anchor.” The room went still. “Anchor?” Kael repeated. “It binds,” the shaman said. “Not to land, not to water. To presence. Something has been tethered here. And it will spread.” His eyes flicked toward me. “Starting with those already wounded.”

His golden eyes met mine. “No?” he asked softly. He looked at my hand. Then at my chest. Where the Heart bond burned beneath my ribs. “Are you certain?” The hall shifted. He was doing it again. Turning me into the open door. I lifted my bandaged palm. “Cut me and I bleed. Scare me and I shake. Lie about me and I get angry. If that is Black Hollow, then every person in this room is cursed.” Oren laughed under his breath. Damien’s eyes flashed.

“Tell us where it is.” She smiled, slow and ugly. “South of the stone circle. The old ruins. There’s a chamber beneath the broken altar. But it only wakes for willingly spilled cursed blood. One of you has to bleed on purpose. Then it can cut the bond clean. No more strain. No more risk of one of you burning the other alive when the power finally peaks.” I felt the pull she described, faint but real, like a thread being tugged from the center of my chest. Milrac felt it too. For one heartbeat the bond flickered again, thinner than before. He crushed the doubt instantly and sent me a steady pulse of resolve.

“Then I guess I don’t get to die.” Hours passed. Sleep eluded them all. Damian approached near dawn, two cups of bitter herb tea in hand. “You look like you’ve been talking to ghosts again.” “Close,” Mia murmured, taking one of the cups. “Sybil says I’m bonded to the resonance now. That I’m what’s holding it together.” He arched a brow. “So you’re telling me you’ve officially become the universe’s heartbeat?” She chuckled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Something like that.”

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