Prologue

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It's almost midnight, and Brandon keeps pacing back and forth, hoping he manipulated her enough. Why did I let her walk away with no security? he reprimanded himself. The clouds were anxious as well, undecided if the moon should stay covered or glimmer at the still waters at the pond. No, she wouldn't trick me, she's seen what I'm capable of, convincing himself that he had her cornered and left her no choice but to follow his commands. A chill in the air emerges, and Brandon grows impatient. It is up to her if he is going to be human. That's if she chooses to spend the rest of her life loving him. But why would anyone vow to something that's not true. He decides to dispose his current plan and move on, until he sensed her. She stood there waiting in the most elegant black dress he has ever seen, and her hair shines in the silver moonlight.

"You made the right choice." he declared and looked up at the moon.

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