Dasha: Bohdan. His name means given by God. He seemed to be. With a body to rival Adonis, a sharp mind, and the face of an angel. Pity his soul was forged by the devil himself. He was the boy I loved. He was the boy who broke me. I never wanted to see him again. Now—he's back. Bohdan: Dasha. My ballerina, with the red hair and the bluest eyes. The girl who betrayed me. The girl who lied to me. The girl I still see as mine. Mine to love. Mine to hate. Mine to either reap unholy vengeance on, or ply with endless love. She thinks our story is over. I say it's only just begun.