The Masks We Burn

Amora Joy Orlov. 

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The thorn in my side, the bane of my existence. The woman with the loud bark and even harsher bite. 

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Cutthroat and defiant, she’s everything I don’t want, but exactly what I need. 

And as luck would have it, she also needs something from me.  

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A deal is struck; use each other until we both get what we want. 

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It should have been easy, and even easier to walk away in the end.

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Somehow though, I’ve grown addicted to the pieces of herself she keeps hidden away, the little glimmers of the woman beneath the ruthless façade. 

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But the clock is ticking for the both of us, and in the end, it’s Amora who has to decide--

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Hide behind the masks we wear, or burn them to ashes?

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