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My reflection in the mirror is ten times worse than when I saw it a few seconds ago. The tears never stopped streaming down my face; my eyeshadow has smudged terribly from rubbing the back of my hand against my eyes, my lips are chapped, the red in my hair has spread to the front of my head and bruises have formed on my arms and the side of my face.
"Love, I'm disappointed to tell you but I can't actually let you go. In fact the situation is so severe, I've concluded that I cannot let you live", Mr. Moon announces from behind me, his expression in the mirror neutral and seems to hold ,sadness?
I'm dying and he's upset? Horror shakes my entire body as one of the newcomers places his hands on my shoulders firmly while the other stalks over to me with a clear plastic bag. No. Terror tingles in my veins and I try to stand from the chair."No!", I scream as the bag is pulled over my head. I take a breathe and the plastic bag plasters over my face.
"Make this quick. Put her in the tub, clean this shit up and take care of the stench. Smells like something died in here", I hear Mr. Moon says and I see him push his hair back in the mirror and wink at me.
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Penelope Azekhi is pulled from her innocent, normal world of teaching and dance into a world consumed by money and power when her destiny is unexpectedly turned. Her life is held by the strings of a deal made with the handsome and dangerous Keagan Moon, she has to join the world of the rich and powerful in order to stay alive but secrets and hidden truths come out of the shadows when this new life holds pieces of her past and puzzles that could solve the mystery of her family's flaming death.
Can she handle the blood and violence, the truth about her family, Keagan Moon's possession of her life?
Or is she too good to dance with a few demons.
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