Preface
Of all the women I could have chosen, I decided on the one with an "X" on her head. The "X" being for a bullet of some sort, that is. It seems that even immortal, she attracts mortal danger, but I love her. At least it's not me that wishes to kill her this time. I still want to ravage her senseless, but she can handle that now. I hope.
There were so many things I think I could have done to prevent this—to let her have a real life with a real boy. There were so many steps I could have taken—should have taken. So many kisses I should have kept to myself. So many people whose lives I have endangered. I love her—shouldn't my love have been enough to let her go? But I was selfish. The idea of her living without me, in another man's arms…with a man similar to Jacob—but he isn't an issue any longer. The issue is not simply that we all might die today.
The issue is that it is my fault again.