Prologue
HIM
I hate her.
I hate the light in her eyes, the warmth of her skin. I hate the way the edge of her lips tugs up whenever our eyes meet. I hate the fact that she’s not mine.
HER
I hate him.
I hate his cold, calculating eyes whenever he sees me. I hate the indifference in his gaze whenever it meets mine. I hate how I can’t seem to think about anything else when I’m around him.
HIM
But I can’t have her.
HER
And I can’t have him.








