The First Soul
The first book in the Mourir Series introduces Kathryn, a shy girl with surprising gifts and a twisted past. Plagued by nightmares and insanity, Kathryn has no idea how important she is, or what kind of world she's a part of.
She was silent. He wanted to hear her voice. There was something about it that drove him crazy, in a good way. Her screams were heavenly, her laughter a drug he couldn't have, and every word she spoke made his heart beat faster. He knelt in front of her, taking hold of her jaw and forcing her to look at him. Her eyes instantly darkened, the blue deepening to navy, the gray changing shape, mimicking spikes that radiated around the pupils of her pretty eyes.
"Kathy," he began. "You don't have to be afraid."
She didn't reply. He didn't like it when she was silent. But she often avoided talking to him, until he provoked her. Impatient, he took hold of her hands, and lifted her to her feet. He tilted her face up with his fingers gently curling under her chin. She stared up at him, appearing emotionless. He knew her better than that. She was likely very afraid, according to her eyes. He angled his head slightly, and was lucky enough to catch her eyes at the correct angle, smirking as they shone silver.
"You have lovely eyes," he whispered. His fingers stroked her pale throat. "Especially when they're dark with fear. That and your dark hair really make your pretty neck stand out."
She swatted his hand away, scowling. "Don't touch me," she said, and he smiled victoriously. As always, he got what he wanted. He grasped her wrist with one hand, and turned it over, inspecting it. He gently touched each of the small dots. Kathy had these scars since her early childhood. There were 6 of them, varying in size, and two light brown freckles around one. She tried to pull her wrist away. He pulled her closer, kissing her pulse.
"Worried about something, dear?"