Prologue
My life feels as if it’s shrouded in mist.
Who is a friend, and who is a foe? Or is everyone around me a foe? I can’t tell anymore.
Somewhere in the white nothing, a shape is moving. Slow. Certain. It does not hurry, because it does not need to. Is the one approaching me through the mist a devil or an angel? Have they come to save me, or to destroy me?
I used to believe I could tell the difference. I used to believe a monster would look like one.
But he didn’t.
He came crashing into my fragile, precarious life like a storm that had been waiting for the right door to break. A man more unfamiliar, more dangerous, more impossible to read than anyone I had ever feared.
And the worst part?
I wasn’t afraid of him.
Not then.
