The Parallel Lines

The Parallel Lines

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"Sometimes, what's best for us can break us," he whispered under the moonlight beam as tears began to well up in his eyes. * * * A vicious threat chases her down and an admirer beyond the shadows is willing to protect her. The detective and the assassin team up together to catch the culprit behind every sabotage. However, as they fight all kinds of trouble, Kei and Aiya find out that not everything they've been told and what they know are true. They struggle to uncover the past, redeem themselves, and wish for a miracle to happen. In a world of degrading love and corrupted cities, their partnership is the only thing that makes them invincible. But as much as it is known, they must not be seen together. Or the worst will come to hunt them down. ~ Achievements ~ 🥉 - The Rosette Awards || Romance 🥈 - The Bloodstone Awards || Romance 🥇 - Arcana Book Awards || Mystery/Thriller
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