Liv Zander
More painful than love... are the secrets that bind and divide us. Adrift in a sky shadowed by war, We seek, we ache, Searching for the woman who fled us. We shattered her heart, but she unfurled her feathers, Our sweetheart, our little dove, Escaping our talons on pure white wings. One of us soars over battlements, Haunted by past mistakes, Vowing never to repeat them. The other storms through walls of stone and hatred, Eager to destroy the shackles of his past, Determined to shackle her to him instead. Forever. L…
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