Their journey began with a promise… “I won’t let you fall. You will not die for me. I can’t live with that, Xander, and I would rather let them take me before I let them kill you.” He opened his mouth to argue, but I held up my hand. “Don’t argue it. There’s no point. I’ve made up my mind.” He shook his head, but didn’t argue. Instead, he promised as he always did, “If anything happens to you… if we get separated, if you martyr yourself… anything, Skye. As long as I am breathing, I will always find you. Always.” Those were precisely the words I’d counted on him saying. AN ORPHAN with no memory of her past and no hope for her future. A GUARDIAN determined to keep her safe. A DESTINY neither of them expected.