We should have been enemies from the beginning.
But we were children when we met and children tend to ignore such rules.
Even if the rules exist for a reason.
Because Jonathan came from a family of savage killers.
While I was born into the broken aftermath of their victims.
For one short season we were inseparable.
All it took was one terrible day to turn us into strangers.
I’ve spent a long time chasing him from my mind.
And I assumed he was gone forever.
Until he shows up here.
So far from where we started and so changed from the friend I once knew.
The gentle boy I loved has grown into a volatile man with dangerous secrets and a different name.
He won’t admit to who he is.
Or where he comes form.
Or who we are to each other.
And I knew I shouldn’t have provoked him.
I knew I shouldn’t have touched him.
Most of all I knew I shouldn’t have offered him my heart.
Yes, Jonathan and I were born to be enemies.
And maybe that’s how our story will end after all…