Love never dies. But it can be damn cruel. Isabeau Everyone I love is dead and buried along with the hope of a happy life. I'm learning to live again, I just didn't expect it to be so difficult. Tired of my whining, my grandmother sends me to pack my things. Before I know it, I find myself on the windy shores of Scotland with a map and a plan, courtesy of my grandmother. When a mysterious guy disrupts my sightseeing tour, without even knowing his name, I feel like I’m trying to live for the first time in a year. I can't take my eyes off him, and the feeling is clearly mutual. But when he reveals his true nature, I am not so much surprised by this as afraid of myself. I just remembered how to love life, why would I give that up for someone? Colum I may be a predator, but I haven't killed in over two hundred years. Life is fragile, and even someone as powerful as me knows its value. So when I meet Isabeau, I am reminded of the promise—the solemn vow—I made after my tragic loss. There are many benefits to being immortal, but living alone is not one of them. I think I know how this story should end, but to my surprise, Isabeau has completely different plans. She lights a fire in me that I haven't felt in ages, but the past has taught me something. Nothing is promised to the damned.