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Asher sighed, sitting hopelessly in the grass. 'When will you come to me, love?' He wondered silently, casting his pained gaze to the matching tattoos on his wrists. The dragon seemed to look back at him, encouraging him to look harder. So he did. Asher's breath caught in his throat as he saw a girl sitting under a tree, reading a book. But it wasn't just any girl. It was t h e girl. The one he'd aimlessly dreamt about ever since he knew what the tattoos on his wrists meant. Was he certain this was her? That she matched his markings? Theoretically no, but he was. He felt it in his gut. Diesel crinkled a page in her book, tears forming in her eyes. 'I hate you, whoever you are,' she thought with malice towards the person who's markings matched her own. She didn't know them. But she loathed and desired them at the same time. The dragon on her wrist tingled. "What now?" She growled.
Chapter One- Asher
