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The Devil owned me, body and soul – but not my heart. It was the only part of me which could never be claimed…
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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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Read an Excerpt…
She gasped in agony when he bit down again. Her body seized up and tears spilled down her cheeks. The bottle started to crack in my hands, the glass fragile under the pressure of my hold. β£
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When he pulled away, there was a red bruise there and she was bleeding. Motherfucker. β£
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βHave a good night.β He chuckled.β£ β£
I watched him walk away. The door closed behind him. β£
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I counted in my head. β£
Ten seconds. β£
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I threw the bottle into the wall and watched it crash, the pieces flying around the room. β£
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I turned to face Valerie. β£
Our eyes met. β£
She inhaled. β£
I exhaled. β£
We breathed. β£
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I wanted to reach for herβ¦ I wanted to hold her. β£
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She stared at me, silentβ¦her eyes hazy andβ¦ β£
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My sweet beautiful swan was broken.β£