Prologue

Dangerous, was the only word Killian could think of to describe the weather.

 It was dark, cold and wet. A night where the strange beings of the Unseelie Court would flutter about.

Right after seeing the weather forecast, he had proceeded to lock all windows and doors of the apartment, he and his younger brother Foster called home.No unwanted guests would be entering the building tonight he hoped.

But hope or no hope Killian knew that tonight he would be forced to fight and be killed in a slow, painful way.They had run for too long and no one can run from theUnseelie Court. Tonight Killian would die and he would make damn sure his death was for a reason.

He would die for his brother’s freedom.

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