The runes on the system screen pulsed like a heartbeat. His heartbeat.
[Leashed Possession: Amber]
…Body Exchange.
Aiden's jaw clenched. He could almost taste iron in his mouth. "Body exchange…? What the fuck does that even mean?"
He hovered his finger over the glowing option, and for the first time since Lilith's system branded itself onto him, he hesitated.
Not because of fear—but because of the possibilities.
With a hiss of breath, he clicked.
The night didn't explode. No blinding light, no immediate shift. Instead, something quieter stirred—like silk being drawn across his skin, like fingers trailing the back of his neck.
The forest faded, just a fraction, colors dimming at the edges of his vision. His breath hitched as another rhythm entered him, layered over his own.
A second heartbeat.
Amber's.
It was frantic, faster than his, pulsing inside his chest as though it belonged there all along. His throat went dry. He staggered back, boots sinking into mud.
"…shit."
