Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

After running for my life from hunters, a girl with too much lip gloss doesn't register on my fear radar.

A hunter in love with his prey.

Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.