Their Broken Legend

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My peers think I'm a tramp.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The District believes I'm the flawless youngest daughter of a tycoon.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Neither is true. And I'm about to have my world my house my rose-coloured glasses and all stripped from beneath my Jimmy Choo heels.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>With one flickering light at the end of the tunnel...</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Xander Butcher.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The city's boxing legend is a hot mess. He's the youngest son of a champion boxer with huge gloves to fill and a dark legacy to abide by.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>At the perfect moment we collide.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>We're dirty we're raw and our souls mend before we catch our breath.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But some of the broken pieces of Xander will never heal not with time not with help and I'm holding on as he falls clutching... even after my hands are empty.</span></p>