We should have been enemies from the beginning.

But we were children when we met and children tend to ignore such rules.

Even if the rules exist for a reason.

Because Jonathan came from a family of savage killers.

While I was born into the broken aftermath of their victims.

For one short season we were inseparable.

All it took was one terrible day to turn us into strangers.

I’ve spent a long time chasing him from my mind.

And I assumed he was gone forever.

Until he shows up here.

So far from where we started and so changed from the friend I once knew.

The gentle boy I loved has grown into a volatile man with dangerous secrets and a different name.

He won’t admit to who he is.

Or where he comes from.

Or who we are to each other.

And I knew I shouldn’t have provoked him.

I knew I shouldn’t have touched him.

Most of all I knew I shouldn’t have offered him my heart.

Yes, Jonathan and I were born to be enemies.

And maybe that’s how our story will end after all…