Kill to Love

Donning dark jeans, fingerless gloves, a leather jacket creased from time, and a black hood pulled over his head like the Grim Reaper. It was no secret a member of the De Astor family was nearing twenty-five years old without a Soulmate. Running through the tempest of the Battle, donning a jacket and a blade and a dump of fear smattered across his face. Searching through volumes of poetry and romance ballads, he composed his first letter to her, telling her of their connection.