Storm
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"She didn't understand why people called him Storm until she saw his real face and his dangerous gaze met hers. The shadows in his sealike green eyes were dancing a macabre waltz of misfortune and calamity-like a song of a storm across the sea. This is what he was. A lethal, ravishing storm of wrath, grief, and rage. No way in hell she would kill this man." "He had never seen such a woman. The way her devastating neither blue, neither green eyes lighten when she'd hear the word danger. The way she smiled at him for no reason with that charming grin of hers. She was the deadliest and yet, the sweetest poison and still, he liked her. And he hated himself for it. God damn him, he should kill her."
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