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Someone tried to kill her.
In an abdicated asylum, she woke up alone nothing with a touch of her memories. Only the mysterious tattoo lingering on her wrist now could lead her back to her senses and stitch her back to her past.
But with the sinister crimes, cold blood murder becomes the dramatic issue... that symbol will be the medium to the truth. Priece Cannon becomes an investigator herself.
Torture.
Torture is defined as a cruel anguish of body or mind. But for Priece, torture becomes the cruel anguish of her heart. A forbidden love.
but every time he smiles...
and his dimple...
the way he moves...
his lips...
struck her heart desire.
The power of love, the raging blast of unexplained passion, ignites!
Love? or Lust?
or the people?
Find out on Agnes Blanche's enticing tale- Fierce.
"Baby we got this."
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