Autumn glanced up at the sea of blackness that danced with sparkling glitter. She froze as a fresh wave of fear crashed over her engulfing her with terror. The stars were not crystal white, but blood red. That could only mean one thing… Veronica. Autumn began to hurry across the forest clearing. Before she could get more than a few steps there was a blinding flash of white light, a rushing sound, an ear splitting scream, the swish of a dagger and Autumn lay in a crumpled heap upon the forest floor, blood spreading rapidly across her white blouse.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.