Prologue
Alex’s POV.
It didn’t matter to me that she was different. It didn’t bother me that she was thousands of years old. And I didn’t really care that she was sent here to kill me. I don’t really know a lot about her, but I know she’s perfect, and I know that I love her.
Prologue
Skye’s POV.
I remember them lowering me into the ground. The funeral. My funeral. They carried my coffin out of the church in the pouring rain to my ‘final resting place’, ironic really, when I think about it. You see, I’m different. I’m not like you, your friends, your family or even that person that gets on the same bus as you every Wednesday. I’m not like anyone.
I’m not human.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Skye, and this is how I ‘died’.
