With the knife clutched in her hand, blood stains against porcelain skin, Rosemarie set out to kill. Rosemarie Gemima Ophelie, darling of the Capitol. Long locks of golden hair, ice blue eyes. The picture of perfection.

She knows she is perfect. Simply because she is perfect.

A spear in each hand, each one marked with a splatter of blood, Felix set out to survive. Felix Tacitus Normandy, well-known outsider. Dark, unruly hair, chocolate skin, and dark eyes, Felix is the epitome of outcast.

He knows there is no way to survive. Simply because there isn't.

And he never meant to kill her.

For Lils, because sometimes even my great-great niece needs reprimandment once in a while. Have a lovely Australian Christmas! (Left a word out; Fixed it now. . .)