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Blackheart
Coeur’s rust-red face is impassive as she surveys the warehouse. Half her jet-black braids are woven into a crown; the tips of the rest are capped with gold and jingle as she turns her head. She’s wearing slim red trousers and a black blouse that looks like real silk, light catching in soft halos where the fabric pools at her elbows and waist. She’s wearing a pair of those silent bioleather training slippers, the kind worn by dancers, or boxers. Or professional thieves.
It’s a deceptively soft look. Manu’s never seen the woman up close, but she’s famous for joining her crew in the boxing ring where they train — and for coming out on top more often than not.
The pale skin on the woman on Coeur’s left is the perfect canvas for a tapestry of ink and technology that blend in a
