Lovers or enemies . . . those two were the only options on the table.
Love. Chaos. Pure. Utter. Madness. A story about two orphans who made a pact. Star-crossed lovers both meant to shine. Add a hefty dose of jealousy and betrayal; it's the ultimate recipe for disaster.
Revenge . . . could it really be the sweetest of sins?
River Ellis was my equal match when serving a cold dish of vindictiveness. We knew each other too well. We knew which spot to target and which part to make one come to heel. We exploited each other's weaknesses. We already live in a cruel world . . . but we were unapologetically harsher with each other. When we love, we love with every fiber within us. When we hate, we hate with every single spec of atom in our bodies—to the last drop of blood, to the very last air we breathe. Like a vendetta, it could only be settled until the opponent no longer lives and walks this earth.
When together, we soar. When apart, we wage a silent war.
River had been the yin to my yang. We understood that the only way to part was to part as enemies. It's just the way of life. It's just how we were wired. No matter how we painted it, fold and unfold it, rearrange the puzzle, the truth will always resurface. It'll always prevail, poetically and tragically, unchanged.