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My head is pounding, it feels like someone is banging against my skull continuously with a hammer. All I can hear is “*thump, *thump, *thump*” the sound of my brain pounding. I am terrified to open my eyes with how swollen they feel. What the hell happened to me, why was I feeling this way?

I can feel its heartbeat—a hard, steady thrum—vibrating through its ribs. Hot breath rolls up my throat, damp and rank. I brace for teeth, for a tearing pain and a quick end. My pulse screams in my ears.

{EDMONDO'S POV} * * I slam the door behind me as I walk into my study. I feel the tension in my body, the way the air seems thick with the pressure that has been building up in my skull for hours. My head is pounding like a motherfucker. It's a constant, mind-numbing rhythm that doesn’t stop. It’s like there’s a hammer inside, banging away, relentless and unforgiving. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse to myself, my voice low and ragged. My eyes burn, sore and raw from whatever the hell is happening to me. I feel like I’m losing my grip on everything… everything.

_Ryker’s POV\ I stood in the gym, the sound of my fists pounding against the punching bag echoing through the room. The bag swung back and forth, its leather surface worn and cracked from countless hours of use, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before it joined the pile of broken ones on the ground. I hit it again and again, the impact sending shockwaves through my arms and into my chest.

Beep* Her enhanced hearing, once a gift, now cursed her. The relentless honking of vehicles drilled into her brain, each echo threatening her skull to split into two. Sirens howling in the distance, voices rising in panic, the sharp crackle of broken glass shifting around her. And worse, the low, maddening buzzing that seemed to come from inside her ears, like static crawling beneath her skin. She moaned. Then– *Bang. Bang. Bang* The sudden pounding on her window jolted her back to the surface.

“Please... believe me…” “Silence!” he roared, pounding the wall again and again with savage blows ... Thud! Thud! Thud! The stones cracked beneath his fury, the sound reverberating inside my skull, a maddening drumbeat pushing me toward the edge of unconsciousness. I whimpered and curled my body as much as the chains allowed, trembling and broken.

The pounding at the door didn’t stop. Each strike shook the frail walls of the healer’s chamber, rattling shelves, making the lantern flame quiver as if it feared the storm outside and the storm at the door alike. The sound was relentless, heavy as a war drum, echoing through Soren’s chest until his heart answered in thunderous beats of its own. He stood rooted to the floor, every muscle tight as a drawn bow. His breath came shallow, but his eyes never strayed from the door. Each slam carried with it the promise of splintered wood, of steel and blood flooding the small sanctuary they had carved for themselves.

Her lips move, yet her words seem to travel through a tunnel before reaching my ears, distant and strangely muffled beneath the sudden roar of blood pounding inside my skull. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping the darkness will give me a moment of relief. It doesn’t. A vicious throb detonates behind my forehead, so sudden and violent that my entire body stiffens. Pain rips through my head, burrowing behind my eyes before spreading toward my temples, each pulse more brutal than the last. I suck in a sharp breath and clutch the edge of the table, my fingers curling around it until my knuckles ache. What the hell— Another wave crashes into me. The pain seems to split

“Blood evidence here. Take a sample for comparison.” The officer turned to look at Mom. “Your son has an injury to the back of his head. How do you explain it?” Mom’s fingers twisted together. “The day before yesterday, he wouldn’t listen and I gave him a push. He bumped into the cabinet. He didn’t cry or say it hurt at the time. I thought he was fine.” Dad struggled against the restraints on the coffee table. “He has congenital analgesia! He can’t feel pain! Didn’t you know that?”

THUD THUD THUD A chorus of brutal impacts echoed through the cavern as dozens of heavy iron-tipped bolts slammed straight into Julian’s back and shoulders. Julian let out a guttural, agonizing gasp that vibrated violently through my chest. Steam rose from his wounds where the purple anti-magic poison bit into his Sovereign flesh, but his arms remained locked around my frame like titanium bands, refusing to yield a single inch. "Julian!" I screamed, my voice tearing through my throat. My pulse thudded wildly behind my eyes as gasps tore from my chest. My hands flew up to grip his thick shoulders, feeling his muscles shudder under the sheer physical trauma.