Like is honorable but selfish. Like is an archive of my wrongs. Love acquired fractured in studies but held on for the reality.

And the truth was he’d hurt me, yet I adored him. He’d remaining me, however I adopted him. But I used to be done with Leo Baudin. And when the semester was more than, I would be done with Paris. But until after that, I would find out the others of his secrets. The ones they whispered about behind his back. Those that had the entire city watching his every move. The ones that held him hostage.

But about The View of Paris to learn his secrets meant to find out him. And to understand him was to fall further for the person who’d already harm me a lot. I hated him for breaking my center, but I should’ve discovered by now that the items we loathe end up being the items we love. And when I thought there was nothing left to keep us aside, the ghosts of his past came back to life with a truth neither of us could possess expected.

And lays that neither of us could imagine.

As each coating unraveled, the choice between power and wisdom and love grew greater. And the consequences of our decision will be the common sense of this town.

But when all else fails, love always hopes. Against all odds, love generally perseveres.

Contains mature themes.