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Chapter 43. Vin’s Gambit.
Author: Fountainpen
last update2025-09-23 23:42:22

Vin’s POV

The shaft narrowed until it felt like the earth itself was trying to crush her. Vin flattened her shoulders and slithered forward, knees scraping raw against rusted steel. The ventilation grate ahead glowed faintly with the ghost blue shimmer of astrasite. Each inch forward tasted of copper and damp stone. Her heart pounded like a war drum, not from exertion, but from the thought that Seth was somewhere behind her, fast, relentless, and very much alive.

"How? How was he alive?" She pondered at the back of her mind.

The question gnawed at her. By all reports, Seth had fallen off a cliff months ago, a neat little accident she’d celebrated with a private toast. But tonight he’d caught her wrist with speed that wasn’t human, eyes sharp enough to slice her disguise apart in a heartbeat. His survival rewrote the game.

Vin shoved the thought aside and checked the timer on her wrist pad. The nanotech trackers he had planted when he grabbed her would take at least three more minutes
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