Out of the shadows into the burning flames.
I was told that he was the best self-defense
I needed to protect myself.
I was vulnerable.
Weak.
My sister showed me that I was better than that and I had one mission to keep safe.
I was an independent woman, fighting to survive.
That's what I told myself until I met my instructor.
His tattoos and dark eyes should have kept me away.
But, I found myself falling, so deep that it led me out of the shadows and into the burning flames.
He was a demon.
And I was no angel.
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