His fiery jade eyes sparked as they ran slowly over her figure, moist lips parted seductively.
"You cannot blame me for feeling so... alive, and yet I believe we are both dead"
His cold hand ran smoothly up her arm as the other brought her closer to his chest, the absence of warmth covering a soul of ancient ashes.
"Kiss me my vicious, little butterfly"
A war for peace. A life of hatred. A rebirth of morality.
One person is not just destined for greatness, she is destined for death.
Trained for seduction, infiltration, and war, Veila is shrouded in darkness but within, a new call of humanity jeopardises everything she knows.
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