Prologue

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"Kneel down, Isabella, and listen," my father said. "Put your ear near the grating in the floor." I got onto my hands and knees on the cold, stone floor, leaning in close to a rusty metal grate in the middle of the room.

"What do you hear?" He asked. I strained my ears, until I heard something besides the slow dripping of water falling down the long tunnel beneath the opening.

"I hear... I hear a man. He's crying and screaming... He sounds really upset, daddy," I said, moving away a little.

"He is upset," my father breathed, easing himself down onto the floor next to me. "They killed his lover." "Why?" I quizzed. "Did she do something wrong?"

"No," he said, shaking his head, and closing his blue eyes for a moment. "They killed her because they hate him. They want to make him suffer. She was everything to him, and they took away his everything."

"That's so mean!" I whimpered. My father rested a calloused hand on my head, smiling a little as he ruffled my short blonde hair. "You have a good heart, Isabella. Not many would pity him," he sighed.

"How could anyone not feel sad for him? And why does everyone hate him so much?" I asked.

"Because he's not human. He's a monster."



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