We danced around each other for years...we played a silent game of hate and bathed in it. Until one day, everything changed...But she could never be mine. She is the heartless demon of New York.She is my boss. I am her sous chef. She lost her soul ten years ago while mine is being ripped apart as we speak.She is the air I never knew I needed.I hate her. I want her. And I think I might love her.But what do I do when she belongs to the dark ocean. The one full of hurt. Or at least her heart does.How do I protect mine when she's already dragging me down to the deep end?