-Ronan Hale:
I used to fear death more than anything.
Now, I wish I'd been allowed to die.
I can't look at myself in the mirror anymore.
Not because my reflection has changed—my face still looks the same, the same features I've always had. But now there's a hollowness in my eyes, a dullness in my skin, an undercurrent of something wrong that wasn't there before. And it's all because I'm a vampire.
My worst nightmare, my deepest fear—becoming the thing I've spent my life hunting.
And here I am, living that fear every second of every day.
They did this to me.
Elara and Lucien.
I still can't decide which of them I hate more.
Sometimes, I think it's just Lucien's fault.
He was the one who sank his fangs into me, the one who poured his cursed blood into my veins. The one who decided I wasn't allowed to die.
He knew my biggest fear—he knew—and yet he did it anyway.
He forced this existence on me.
Other times, I think it's Elara's fault too.
