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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 PROLOGUE
Dear Arabella, Do you think this is weird? I mean, who handwrites letters nowadays? And stupidly enough, I donβt know where to begin. For your kind information (because I know youβre a curious little thing), Iβve started this letter exactly eleven times.Β Eleven times...