Prologue
He threw the body across the alleyway with unnecessary force. It hit the opposing wall with a dull thud before collapsing in the soft snow. There was no blood. There never was. When an unsuspecting pedestrian found the body, there would be no trace of a murder and nothing that could lead back to him.
Wiping the remaining droplets of acid from his lips, he turned his back to body. This was the way he survived. The way he'd survived for centuries, and the way he would continue to survive until she became his.
He had to find her. She would be the one that could end his self-inflicted torture.
Only her soul would put his own to rest.
