Toxic Devotion (Incomplete)

Toxic Devotion (Incomplete)

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Hi everyone. I kept it as incomplete as I have finished my other book finally, and I really don't know how to continue this. So... You know, I kept it for a time I get ideas Cassian isn't just dangerous-he's lethal. With piercing blue eyes and a face that hides the darkest sins, he's a man no one dares to cross. But where others see a killer, I see my salvation. They say I'm crazy for loving him. Maybe I am. He's tested me, threatened me, even held a gun to my head. But nothing will make me leave. I don't care what he's done, or how broken he thinks he is. I'll stand by him, no matter the cost-because without him, I'm nothing. The world can call me insane, but I'll protect him with my last breath. Even if it kills me.
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