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496 pages, Paperback
First published January 26, 2016
I never wanted to go to war. But sometimes we have to become something we hate in order to get what we want.
Cleo made me sin and she made me suffer.
With her resurrection came deceit and war.
But then they took her.
Stole her.
And my carefully laid plans for vengeance were now my reality.
In our world, society's rules didn't matter. We followed our own back-and-white laws with no leniency and swift punishment.
...I moaned and handed myself completely into his control. He was merciless while I was meek. He was dominant while I yielded.
He took everything and I let him
Demanding.
Feral.
Consuming.
Genius was a gift. But obsession was a curse.
Problem was I'd never been able to have one without the other.
You're my home, Cleo Price. And through life or death, I'm never letting you go.
Dating was temporary. What we had was permanent. As permanent as ink on skin or fossils in stone.
I love you, Arthur
You kill me every time you say that, Buttercup
You’re my more Cleo. But it’s still not enough. It won’t be until the end.
I’d be willing to suffer anything for you Buttercup. I thought you knew that my now?
You are me. And I am you. We may have separate thoughts and mind Buttercup, but we have the same heart and soul.
War had begun. It’s time to rewrite our destiny.
Eight letters, three words, one meaning.
Cleo made me sin and she made me suffer. With her resurrection came deceit and war.
The nucleus of fear grew larger until it opened its jaws like a consuming black hole. It sucked and swirled, urging me to jump into it's terror and give in.
I'd never shared a house with a pissed off female before. It officially fucking sucked.
I jumped off the precipice i'd always clung to and fell. I fell into sadness. I fell into happiness. I fell into love all over again. And he caught me.