prologue.

Book One of The Silver Series

I looked back into his eyes, the same ones I used to call home, and my heart hurt. There was still fire in his eyes, but ours had burned out. But this new fire burned right into my soul, threatening to reignite what we had. But at what cost? At this point, being on fire was a decision of my own. Is it the fire that I like? Is it the burn? As my soul turns into dust and ash, I still can't figure it out. Do I want to burn or not?