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With him, those two concepts were always tangled together. I stared at him for a long moment, then turned and walked away without saying another word. --- That evening, I found myself hanging around the office longer than I usually would. The glass windows of my skyscraper offered a stunning view of the city, with the twinkling lights below looking like a sea of stars. I poured myself a drink and sank into the stillness.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

He looked out the shattered windows of the hall. Outside, the snow falling over Eldergloom was no longer white. It was turning into a glittering, silver rain of glass shards. The buildings were shimmering, their stone walls becoming translucent, revealing the dark, twisted architecture of the Shattered Realm underneath. The two worlds were merging. "Sofia, what have we done?" Nomo asked, his hand finding hers in the chaos. "I saved you, Nomo. I’d do it again even if the whole world turned into a mirror," Sofia said, her eyes fixing on the rising shadow of the Mother in the gateway.

“They were supposed to wait.” “Wait for what?” she gasped. “For leverage,” he said flatly. “Not chaos.” Sirens wailed behind them. The city blurred past the windows, people oblivious to the war tearing through a black car in their midst. Isabelle’s breath came in sharp, panicked pulls. Her chest felt too tight, her vision narrowing. Dante cupped her face suddenly, forcing her to look at him. “Breathe,” he ordered. “With me.” She shook her head. “I can’t”

Grant’s voice cracked for the first time. Impossible ,Ava opened her eyes. The glow around her was no longer chaotic. It was controlled. You were wrong,” she said softly. I don’t need to lose him to control this. The chamber glass began fracturing from the inside. Not exploding,Rewriting.Systems overloaded. Screens flickered to black. Grant shouted something from wherever he was hidden. And then the chamber shattered outward in a wave of silent force.The room went dark. When the emergency lights came back on Grant’s voice was gone.

"Can it not wait? Whatever it is, it will still be there tomorrow. Now, we celebrate." He held the glass out to me. I slapped it aside. The glass flew from his hand and shattered against the wall. Whiskey dripped down the wood paneling, and shards of glass scattered across the floor. The music stopped. The women stopped dancing. The men stopped laughing. The room went silent, and everyone turned to look at us. Carson stared at the broken glass, then at me. His expression shifted from surprise to something harder. "What has gotten into you? What brought you into such a bad mood?"

Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."

The glass shattered, shards falling like rain. Behind me, Kavin exhaled. “You’ve gotten cold.” I wiped the blood off my cheek. “No. I’ve gotten clear.” By 3 a.m., the floor was a graveyard. The last of Glass knelt in a circle of smoke and silence. “Burn it,” I ordered. Kavin lit the fuse. Flames swallowed everything—files, bodies, ghosts. The reflection in the broken mirrors looked like fire wearing my face. That was the moment my stomach turned. Not guilt—something sharper, lower, alive. A twisting beneath my ribs. I pressed a hand against it, breath catching.

I kicked it so hard it collapsed sideways, books scattering like fallen leaves. The full-length mirror? I hurled a decorative crystal at it, watching with sick satisfaction as cracks spiderwebbed across the glass until it shattered completely. But none of the things he gave me ended up on the ground. None. As if a part of me was silently protecting them. I sank to the ground, where shards of glass decorated the floor like twisted flowers in a cursed garden. A few pierced my fingers, but I didn’t give a damn. Let it hurt. It wouldn’t kill me.

"Like glass about to shatter." "Yes," he replies, his voice hoarse, eroded. "And it is my doing." ---