That's how it all started. Small quips and actions that didn't mean much to either of them. ... Well, that's how it was until she finally realized exactly how she felt about the attractive young man in front of her. There was a silent question as they both gazed into each others eyes. He didn't say anything, he never needed to. She knew his answer once he stroked her cheek with a lone finger, that smile she loved but also hated on his face.
Just exactly how the hell was this going to work?
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Takes place somewhere in book one, The Beginning of Hell.
