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Indie Jones Grayson...The eldest daughter of Emory and William Grayson; Thunderbay's angel ballerina and the coolest girl imaginable. Everything about her was perfect: her chocolate brown eyes that danced with pools of ecstasy, those dichotomous brown locks that adorned her head, Plump pink lips, and her sun-kissed skin that bore a stark resemblance to her mothers. However, she had that Grayson fire: Snarky, Funny, confident, and all-around iconic.
But...it wasn't enough: she wanted to be the best or nothing. The best ballerina in Thunderbay, the strive for perfection that tied a noose around her neck with the same elegantly painful ballet shoes that had consumed her existence for the past 10 years of her life. She refused to see her strengths, her perfections...
...and so does he...
Iversen Kirsan Torrance...The eldest son of Winter and Damon Torrance; Thunderbay's Heathen and possibly the most merciless Man on this earth. He was the quintessential devil: Cruel, mean, and beautiful. He'd kill for her, he'd torture for her. By God, if someone ever hurt her; he'd go to prison for life with no hesitation. Ivarsen Torrance was inconsolably in love with her. But he couldn't ruin her; she was scared of change, change would ruin her, and he would NEVER ruin her. He will preserve his angel's beauty and grace even from hell. Even if it meant she'd hate him and everyone thought he hated her.
Though this Web of lies is coming undone inch by inch: Indie's self-destruction is wearing a glamorous peacock masquerade mask; laced with elaborate designs of gold and silver, the lace is slowly choking her and he needs to stop her; save her, from herself.
Will An Angel's Hatred for the devil come undone or stand resilient and unwavering against the storm?
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