A child of the stars.
That's what my mother used to call me. That's also the reason behind my name, Nova.
Star.
It sounded poetic but it wasn't, not really. Mom used to say I would accomplish great things. That me and her, we were cut from the same cloth, born under the same moon.
She said we weren't like the others, that we didn't see life the way everybody else did.
She was right.
My whole life, I felt like nobody could truly reach me. Like, besides my sister Aurora, no one else could see through me, into the inconspicuous dark depths of my soul.
I certainly didn't expect him of all people to do so.
Aiden Walker was everything I shouldn't want. He fought, cussed, he had more tattoos than anyone should at eighteen and could be quite brutish to those around him. But for the life of me I couldn't keep my eyes from veering in his direction whenever he entered a room.
The fact that he liked to pick on me didn't help. He annoyed me almost as much as he fascinated me. As much as I wanted to dislike him, hate him even, I never truly could.
When tragedy struck our small town and Aiden and I found ourselves stuck together, hiding for our lives, I finally gave up on fighting him. Because there was much more to Aiden than met the eye.
For some reason, his soul called to mine. He loved like I did.
So I swore I would help him. I just didn't know how much it would cost us.
