Some people call me an ice queen.
It's not ice. On the inside I'm burning up. I've got so many things I want, and I can't have any of them.
And the one thing I don't want, wants me more than anything.
My name is Anya Talova, and people think I have it together.
A handsome man is falling over himself to impress me. He's got millions, a perfect body, the perfect smile. He wants nothing more than for me to fall all over myself accepting his proposals.
But I don't want him. I want the imperfect, scared one who won't admit they love me.
It'd be easier to be an ice queen. Then I could just order them both executed and be done with it.
Until I did.
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