Moonbound Hearts
“That’s never been done.”
Heather answered for all of them.
“It has now.”
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Far beyond Silverveil, in the hollow place between realms, Jade lingered at the threshold, smiling.
“Fight for her,” she whispered into the Veil, amused. “Die for her. Bleed for her. It won’t matter.”
Her stolen body’s eyes flared violet.
“Because in the end,” she purred, “the Moon always takes back what she lends.”
And somewhere deep in Baylee’s mark, something pulsed in answer — not submission.