COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
It was the only real thing left in this city of ink.
“I see it,” Maya thought, a tear sliding down her cheek. “But if I lose myself and let you fight, who’ll hold it if we win?”
The Hunter raised his hand. Around them, the street started to shift. Buildings made of books closed in, rising into high, confining walls—a makeshift arena. The Board was tightening the trap. No escape.
“The Board is done with this chapter,” the Hunter hissed.
He flashed forward. Maya tried to block, but she was a second too slow. The sword’s handle slammed into her ribs. Something inside her popped. The world grayed out. She crashed to the ground. The iron key skidded across the metal street.