Amidst the Chaos

Amidst the Chaos

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Red lightning against a black sky. One red eye. One violet. One nightmare that hasn't changed in years. Kiara Stone sees the same images dance behind her closed eyes more nights than she could count. At first, they were few and far between. Now, she has this nightmare almost every night as she approaches her 21st birthday, each one announcing its coming arrival with a throbbing migraine. The haunting elements that have kept her restless for years do not take long to begin manifesting themselves into reality. At first, she thinks she's going crazy - and so does everyone else. What does she make of it when she stumbles across the two people whose eyes have been staring at her through her subconscious mind? Is it a coincidence, or could it be fate?
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"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough as he pressed her against the clinic wall, his fingers tracing the fresh stitches on her skin. "Tell me to stop." Her breath hitched, the scent of antiseptic and his cologne dizzying. "Make me," Ishika challenged, her lips brushing his jaw-a taunt, a dare. Ayaan's restraint snapped. His mouth crashed against hers, not gentle, not careful-a claiming. The taste of copper and whiskey flooded her senses as she bit his lip, drawing blood. He groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her waist, anchoring her to him like she was the only thing keeping him from drowning. "You ruin me," he growled against her mouth. Ishika laughed, dark and breathless. "Good." Because in their world, love wasn't soft. It was knives and teeth and scars-and she'd carve her name into his soul before she ever let him go.

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