Prologue
"Love fades, mine has…"
I didn't hear anything else. Not the priest's monotonous voice preaching to the crowd of stuck-up Royals, or my heart beat. No, scratch that, my heart isn't beating. It has just been ripped out of my chest by the one man I rusted with it, the one I went half way across the world for.
My eyes started tearing up from the pain in my chest. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I gathered up the last shreds of my dignity and turned to run out the church, ignoring the scandalized looks from the Moroi. I sprinted up to my room, packed a bag, wrote some notes for Lissa, Christian, Adrian, Eddie and my Mom. I picked up my phone and called the one person I knew would help me with no questions asked.
My father answered and said "Kiz, what's wrong?"
I didn't bother asking why he assumed that. He was right after all. "I need to get out of here. Can you pick me up? Please?" I never begged.
He knew that even though he had only met me a month ago. "Be at the gates in ten minutes" was all he said before hanging up.