I'd always believed in fairytale creatures and magic, even when I was made fun of. Hell, on more than one occasion I had dreamed about meeting a real prince charming and falling in love. When I met Christian I had thought that little fairytale had come true and that we would ride of into the sunset without a care in the world. That fantasy lasted for about three days before it all came down around me and my life became hell. My prince charming decided to twist the plot and turned against me, going from magical to nightmarish in an instant. It all started making sense, the way he had avoided letting me have any piece of information that would clue me in on where we were headed, the strange looks he gave me. Worse of all, no one knew where to start looking for me. I wish I'd never been a believer.