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His eyes undressed her from head to toe. His tongue could still taste the palatable-ness of her lips from the night before. There was something about her dark skin and mysterious brown eyes. Ever so delicate and sublime. Clearing his throat, he couldn't stop replaying the night before over and over again. She was what his father called a sweetheart. She was what he called deadly. Soma, was a woman he could never infer. Processing his brother's death, learning to let go was hard enough. It was brutal, so brutal his skin crawled with anger, fear and affliction. Deep down, he knew she had something to do with it. Deep down he knew she would end his family. Deep down, he was well aware that only one of them would have the will to live. It was a dangerous game and with everyone around them fooled. It was about time more blood spilled.
Prologue : new year new book
