This is a clip of the book I’m currently writing.
I found myself less focused on the interrogation and more captivated by her beauty. She was bold.
Boldly beautiful.
I was used to being the most dangerous in the room. Though it seems I've met my match. If all my bad decisions were a person it would be her. Cyra was powerless.
But she was dangerous. Not because of powers she did not possess, but because of the power she held over me.
I barely knew this girl but I knew she was deadly. Deadly and divine. A fatal combination that would be my undoing. An embodiment of weaknesses I never
knew I had.