The Dancer we stole is ours to play with. We steal, thieving not just the artist themselves, but the light that makes them shine bright. We’re the soulless creatures as twisted as any monster real or imagined. The prisoners within it, scarred by our wrath. With our father “The Collector” dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls.
This time they stole the wrong girl, and these walls…? They’ll come crashing down even if I have to rip them apart myself, brick by bloody brick. I’m not just a dancer, or a singer, or a musician that they can loan out as entertainment to sick men and women. I may seem fragile, weak, but I’m not like all the rest. she likes red wine and Haribos (preferably together) and occasionally swings around poles when the mood takes her.Bea loves to write about love and all the dierent facets of such a powerful emotion. Refuse their orders and feel the consequences of their wrath. Bea Paige lives a very secretive life in London. Do as they say and you’ll survive this place. Silent like Want to Read Rate it: Book 2 The Masks and The Dancer by Bea Paige 4. Ripped from the people I love, and imprisoned in a medieval castle in Scotland with walls as thick and impenetrable as the stone encasing my kidnappers’ hearts. Their Obsession Series by Bea Paige Their Obsession Series 2 primary works 2 total works Book 1 The Dancer and The Masks by Bea Paige 4.20 2,267 Ratings 372 Reviews 3 editions They came for me in the dead of night. Three faceless men with one thing on their mind, revenge.
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