PROLOGUE

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I always knew that I would have to go there, that it couldn't just end without me being there. Call it my six sense or intuition but I always knew that I would have some kind of part to play.

As I take a staggering breath that fucking hurts my ribs like they were on fire.

Damn it.

I try to keep my eyes from closing. I can feel as my blood starts to pool around my body making me see black spots as I continue to lose blood.

The last thought before my life is snuffed out of me, is of those smiling gray eyes and pink tinted lips that could warm me up faster than any spell or potion.

Feeling my heart ease I stop fighting and close my eyes, dreaming about those eyes as they call my name and engulf me in it's warm embrace. If this is death then I guess it's not so bad.

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