Chapter 34 · The Bond Betrayal

"Get out. Now!" Nyx’s voice didn't just ring in my head; it screamed, a digital laceration that made my vision glitch into static.

I didn't need the warning. The extraction beam was already humming, a violent violet light that pinned me to the floor of the vault. It wasn't just pulling at my body—it was digging into the seam where Nyx and I were stitched together.

"I can't move!" I spat, my fingers clawing at the cold metal plating. The air tasted like ozone and burnt copper.

"Because you're fighting it, you idiot!" Nyx snapped. I could feel her presence shifting, her consciousness expanding, trying to shield my nervous system from the rip. "Stop resisting. If the beam hits the synchronization point, it'll tear us both apart."

"Easier said than done when my soul is being vacuumed!" I roared. I tried to heave myself forward, but the gravity well intensified.

Then the voice came over the intercom—smooth, cold, and utterly bored. Victor.

"Such a messy fusion," Victor sighed. The sound echoed through the vault, dripping with corporate condescension. "Kael, be a good boy and let go. Nyx is far too valuable to waste on a street rat like you.