Simran Nagpal

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He says nothing, but his gaze falls on the ring and bracelet I’m still clenching in my hand. He doesn’t have to speak for me to hear “You’re holding the evidence.” I lift my head and stare at the cloudy sky. It’s gray, grim, and absolutely depressing, but it doesn’t compare to the dark abyss that’s currently replaced my heart. The world has always been monotone to me—either black or gray. The only person who introduced me to a fucking rainbow of colors has now turned black. She’s now being ripped out of my heart and leaving a bottomless pit in her wake. Everything has turned to ashes. All I ...more
Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)
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