Prologue

"Would it really kill you if we kissed?"
And he smiled
with a mouthful of bloody teeth.

"Don't bleed on my floor"
I stepped forward.
"And, yes"

He quickly got up. Now towering over me.
His lips inches away from mine. His voice a deep whisper.
"But what a pleasant way to die it would be"

~

Jasyra's desire for justice and inner peace slowly turns into the dawn of a menacing journey, when she first starts doubting things she thought she knew for certain...

Meeting Rowan, her enemy, does not make things easier for her.

She should hate him. She really should hate him, and she does.

Doesn't she?