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The Devil owned me, body and soul β but not my heart. It was the only part of me which could never be claimedβ¦
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Viktor weaved his way into my heart and imprinted on my soul. He made it clear he was there to stay. Even when the darkness blinded us, he never left my side.
What we share was sweet, untamed and wild.
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A game is being played. The arena is a bloodbath, and the Game Masters are brutal. In the end, only one will survive.
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DEAR ARABELLA β CHAPTER THREE β PAST
PAST β ELIAS The scent of old books prickled my nose as I strode across the library, straight to the decanter. I looked around, my gaze bouncing from shelves to shelves as I poured the scotch in three glasses. I caught sight of dust shimmering in the sunlight and made...