Never to be Seen
"Prologue"
I wasn't supposed to see those things; especially not him. Edward had told me not to wonder far from the hotel, but I was shaken with the news of my plan being ruined. I had to leave.
And now, I wish that I had listened.
As he took hold of my wrist, I realized without a doubt that I was going to hurt him forever. For all eternity he would look upon me with a hint of shame. And though I was going to be hurt physically, it was the thought that he would be in mental pain that hurt me the worst. I looked into the midnight eyes of the predetor who stood beside me, unsure whether to turn back or stick with my plan. My free arm covered my eyes as a thunderous sound spread through the air.
I knew it.
I must be dead.
