Death sleeps in my embrace and I forgot to wake her up. Wisteria and Erix, the beauty of their love is the number of sacrifices it counts. They have a hand to hold but no heart to steal. They have skills to kill but no soul to redeem. "The Black Queen and The White King on board." His eyes are a sea of lost treasure She will give away her gold for the closure She had him written in black ink Reads him all night long, just him His tightly pressed suit in black His hand rests on the small of her back His expensive, intoxicating perfume His dark aura could be an undeniable doom. Swimming in chaos, her eyes are stormy She isn't sweet and nice but cruel and cunning He has plans to steal her Capture and pleasure her Her words are like swords crushing bones Her voice sharp, angry and deadly sweet, makes one mourn Her touch feels like a kiss of snow How does it feel to ask for more? The said chapters from "Crystals" continue in Twisted Knives & Lives.