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The sound of the lock clicking had me rising swiftly to my feet, tears be damned.

I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew I needed to get away from him.

He stepped into the room and I realized I had no idea who this person was, but there was a gun in his hand. So, I tightened my grip on mine, my heart thundering in my chest.

I could have painted us right then.

Rhett Sullivan. Mysterious boy dripping in shades of red. The color of the color of blood and love. War and passion. Dangerous and cunning. When I looked at him, it’s all I saw.

Myself.

Nova Markov.

Eccentric girl dripping in sunshine.

I was yellow. Full of melancholy. Venomous. Crazy. Insane.

And the only thing left to determine, what I couldn’t see, is what happened when you mixed those two colors together.

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