People often refer to the term 'playing with fire' as a dangerous, dark thing to do. You'd get burned alive, no mercy spared. Evita Oriel was used to it. Kyson Vance was not. Both with great destinies predicted for their future, it was as if fate had paved them one path, and one path only. Once fire and water meet...
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"Can I kiss you?" I fight to keep my breathing steady as I reply. "No." "And why not?" He clenches his jaw, moving back. Grinning lightly, I move forward. "Because I want to." Then I crash my lips onto his. ··· They were like shards of glass. Sharp, deadly, and in desperate need of their rightful piece to reform what...