Prologue
ILITHYA
My hair stood on end, a shiver trickled down my spine, and a lump formed in my throat as I stared at the obsidian eyes in front of me. It was him...
I could never forget those eyes, they reminded me of the countless number of times I'd awakened to my pulse racing, and sheets drenched in sweat.
Those eyes look the same; dark and sinister, cruel and sadistic, except in my dreams, they were hollow, distant and unmoving amidst the heap of impaled bodies under my feet. And now, those eyes would determine whether I get to live or die.