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PROLOGUE

Chloe & Roque

The Present…

The pen taps between my parted lips. How can I describe what we had? How I feel? Why I can’t let it the fuck go?

The words fill my head. I need to get them out. Taking the pen from my mouth I put it to the page:

You.

I never saw you coming. But your flame-colored locks wrapped around my heart. Choking it. Owning it.

We both wear crowns of thorns twisted vines of deep-seeded hate slash love.

I finally understand now. How one is the same as the other.

I own your life and you own mine.

How many nights have a dreamed of you little butterfly who morphed into a different animal all together? You’re even more beautiful now. But I damaged you, broke you, just as you broke me.

Who will win?

The past?

The future?

Or our bloodies and bruised destiny of neve ending circles?

“More poetry? Pining over your lost beloved?”

“Shut up,” Chloe. “I’m shipping you out in the morning.

She sighs, pushing her blonde hair off her anxious face. My heart clenches for a split-second; torn in its decision to send her away.

“I really wish you wouldn’t.” She stares at me with large, sad eyes.

“It’s what’s best for you.”

“When do I get a say in what’s best for me?”

“When you’re eighteen?” I smirk.

“Ass.”

I shrug. “Never denied it. You all packed?”

“Three Louis Vuitton suitcases full of 20k of designer clothes and beauty products… does it help you feel less guilty?”

“I’m not familiar with that emotion.”

“Liar. You’re full of it when you speak ofher.”

“She’s out of my life. Has been for a long time. I’m over it.”

“Now, I’m really calling bullshit.”

Frowning, I stand, lazily walking over to the wet bar to refill my tumbler of scotch. “Language. I won’t be in Switzerland to save you from bullies.”

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