Prologue

Prologue

My grandmother always told me I was meant to be a star. That I was blessed with a gift from the Gods. I used to laugh and call her ridiculous. If I was meant to be some superstar, then why was I cursed with the fear of performing?

She told me that it was only my demons fighting to control what didn’t belong to them. That I had to learn to fight my battles and not let anyone ever get their hold over me. I wish I had taken her advice.

All it took was one bat of his dark lashes and a flash of his perfect smile to have me signing over not only my heart, but my soul.

I may have been blessed with a gift from the angels, but I gave it all away to the devil.