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She knew she couldn't escape her fate. "I loved you," she whispered, the pain evident in her voice. The girl saw that he understood, that he knew. She caught the grief that flickered in his eyes before he swiftly plunged the knife into her heart. And as she fell soundlessly into his waiting arms, a single tear trickled down her cheek. Before the world around her went dark, she spotted the trembling of his chin as he caught her.

It was old, the pages having yellowed in time, but when he held the bound pages he felt as if his father was there beside him again. It was his voice that Jaxsen tried to simulate in his head as his eyes roamed the pages. He found himself clutching the book to his chest, but to no avail. Cora Weaverly snatched the book, an old copy of Utopia; a fifteenth century novel of political philosophy, from his small and defenseless hands. He tried to get it back but she slapped him down. He held the tears back, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. He did not want to give her the satisfaction of physical manifestations of pain. He narrowed his eyes trying to be defiant. Then in a matter of a nano-secon

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

Alma added. He shook his head. "I won't let her regret it ma'am. I'm going to work hard and prove that I have no bad intentions towards the lady." Alma nodded and showed her to her room. While going out of the house, he heard a yell. He felt pain in his heart like he was stung by a bee. It's happening to him again. Not knowing who it was, he followed the direction of the noise and it happens to be Eva's room. He wondered what happened to her? In order to avoid getting into trouble on the first day of his job, he decided to leave. He doesn't understand why he felt pain when she yelled. What could be the explanation for feeling pain everytime without understanding where it's coming from?

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

The walls groaned, the lightbulb bursting with a loud squeal. Alexa looked around, her hairs rising as the wind howled ferociously. The floor beneath them trembled, and a low, guttural voice emerged from the very shadows. “You misunderstand… little sinners.” Zephyr screamed and scrambled back. Alexa stiffened. “It was never the book’s will. It is merely a gate. The fault lies not with the book, but with the heart that bore the desire.” Alexa's eyes darted towards Zephyr, who stood frozen in terror. She turned back to the voice, her expression unreadable. Shadows slithered up the walls like ink in water. The voice came from nowhere and everywhere.

“Listen to my voice. Stay with me.” She tried. She really did. But the other voice drowned everything else out. “You took my birthright.” Rowan gasped. “Birthright? What birthright? Who are you?!” For the first time, the voice didn’t whisper. It growled. “I am the Second Heart.” Rowan’s vision blurred as her knees buckled. Kai caught her just before she hit the ground, holding her tightly as the flames died out. “Rowan, breathe. I’m right here.” His voice was steady but tense. “What did you hear?”

My heartbeat felt wrong—too fast—too loud—like it was trying to break free from my ribcage. My stomach twisted into knots. My head spun. I couldn’t breathe. “Joha? Sweetheart—?” Mama’s voice was somewhere far away. I couldn’t hear her. I couldn’t hear anything but the buzzing panic getting louder and louder and louder— Then— A voice cut through the noise. Not Mama’s. Not Papa’s. Not anyone I recognized. Calm. Warm. Steady. ‘Breathe, little one.’ My gasping hitched. The voice was soft—soothing—like someone placing a warm hand over my heart.

“He opens the house!” The older Noah cried: “Lena, decide now!” I raised my head. It's all about me. Noah before me, bleeding. Silas on the ground. The baby Cael in Noah's arms, bright. My belly under my hands. Two heartbeats. And then a new voice spoke. Not outside. Not from inside. It's from the blue book. Children's voice. Gentle. Sad. A voice that none of us knew. The book opened itself.