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βπΊπππ π ππππ ππππ.β βπ«ππππ ππππ?β βπ»πππ πππππ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π»πππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππ.β ΰΌΊΰΌ» Erminia has had it perfect since she could remember. Traditions, Loving parents and friends. Who knew in three years to come, all of that would be just a painful memory? What else could she live for when she got scarred in all areas of her being? With parents who suddenly lived in their careers more than they breathed air and friends who left her quicker than thunders rumbled when a storm brewed, She struggled to be how she once was, living each day with the ghosts etched into her mind. With a newfound hatred and nonchalant character she discovered over the years, she became closed off throwing her once bubbly self In the trash. That's when she met him. They were both cut from the same clothe. Nicholas Blevins, reclusive and enigmatic in his own self who preferred to study the magazine capacities of guns than interact with anyone of the opposite sex had piqued her interest. Based on an agreement made with his father over a suspicion they both had, he decides to give her the time of day. Much than he would have liked. He didn't know he would throw her into a series of near death experiences and being a live target practice for the people he dealt with when secrets start to unfold as he got too deep. Playing both sides never looked harder until he was in the position. He didn't want to over stay his welcome in her life but that's just what he did. He was as cold as she was. Even worse. Something they had in common but he needed light. How could she give him light if they were both dwellers of the dark? It could never mix. They say the truth is bitter but could it kill? ΰΌΊΰΌ»