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Sylvie Reed is no saint. She knows the feel of an open wound, the taste of salty tears. And the smell of a sinners blood.
There is a madness inside her, buried deep beyond her gentle touch. Silky smooth ribbons and hardened eyes. No amount of softness could settle that rage. No one could save her from her own greediness.
Beneath her delicate skin hide the scars of a deadly secret. To her there was no such thing as truth, everything is a lie. Her sins built entirely on the need to be free. His sins, however are not to be justified. Just as she could not be saved from her destruction, he could not be saved from the evil that drowned him in his unholyness.
