Welcome to Evangentine: a land where the lines between good and evil blur, nightmares come to life, and shadows have a mind of their own.
“I told you that I hated you. That I didn’t know how fiercely I could love until you taught me how deeply I could hate.”
“Leave them be,” he said, his vicious eyes contemplating Tia. “Gods and monsters aren’t so different, after all.”
“Don’t touch me,” she growled. But he was tall and fast and strong, and her voice quivered without permission.
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