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Persephone liked to think that had she known what looking at one drawing pad might have started, the chaos it would wreck on her life, she never would have dared glance at it. She would have turned around and never thought of it again. She would have willingly missed out on all that was to come.
Don’t ask her how it happened; Valiant had no bloody clue. One day they were trying to kill each other, and the next they were friendly—no, no civil. She was not friends with crazy Persephone Andreou. They were...well, Valiant didn’t know what they were.
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