Prologue

Leandra's family died in the plague of the century. All she had left was her godfather who was no older than her brother when he died. He was the master of her heart since she was little. He was her brother's best friend and one of the most admired young man in town. No one thought he could take on the responsibility of Lord or of godfather, but he did and in kind everyone loved him. Women flounced to him in groups. But in the years of what was left of the plague he was nowhere to be found, supposedly he had left to the new country without a word; others said he died like the rest.

On one hellish day, a man with rugged looks, gorgeous blue eyes showed up on Leandra's doorstep. Thinking it was just a homeless man, she let him in to have some food and a few days protection from the bitterness outside, but the man had a different idea.

Amato had no idea what he was doing back at his friend's old house, with Gerrick long gone from earth. One thing was for sure he wasn't expecting to find Leandra alive. Having thought that they had all died in the plague is one of the bigger surprises.

And there leaves off the story of a love so passionate, so true, and oblivious.

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Thanks for reading!

-Nikkole :o)