"Grasping the darkness would be the first breath at life. Understanding it would be chaotic." The soft and gentle touch of his fingers trace the outline of my bodice. I shiver at the cold touch and plead with my eyes for more. "And sharing it..." He hovers over me and I stare up at the burning light in his eyes. "It would be the death of me." He places a hand over my stomach and runs it across the thin material of my night gown until he reaches the hem. "Tell me, Moonbeam..." He traces his finger lightly over the lace lining on my underwear and he leans down, whispering into my ear. "...this heart of mine, is it worth the end of yours?" ▂▂▂▂▂ Life is a game. Death is the end. Love, envy, and pain are your weapons. And there is one rule to live by: betray anyone to avoid any obstacles for survival.