A tall figure dressed all in black stands outside the gate, looking up at the house. Though his face is obscured by distance and shadow, I don’t have to glimpse his features to know who it is. I’d know Ronan Croft anywhere, in any lighting, even in the inky blackness at the bottom of the sea. You never forget your first love. Especially when he’s also your worst nightmare. Ronan remains motionless until the clouds obscure the moon again, then he’s swallowed by the same darkness that produced him and disappears.
