MANIA - HJP

PROLOGUE

Altalune Moon. What a pretty name, for a pretty girl. An exceptionally pretty girl. She was named by her Mama, who was passionate about astrology. Her name, Altalune, meant 'over the moon,' and she imagined that's how her Mama felt when she first held her.

Altalune Moon, Harry thought, not for the first time. Her name sounded better than any language and was and silkier on his tongue than rich chocolate. She was perfect. Perfect, with her curly, black hair and grey eyes. Perfect, with her pouty lips and cheeky grin. She was purer than honey.

Harry did everything for her. He held open the door for her, he helped her with her homework, he comforted her when she was upset. He acted like the most perfect gentleman.

But what if I told you that this honeyed persona was just a façade? A cover-up for something much more sinister, much more ominous.

What if I told you that Harry was obsessed with Altalune? But this wasn't a typical obsession.

He sprayed his pillow with her perfume every night, had her photos on his nightstand, stole her clothes. He tried everything to get closer to her. He listened to her voice and imagined what it would sound like screaming his name. He was completely infatuated.

He would do anything for her. He would lie for her. He would steal for her. He would die for her.

And die for her, he did.