Prologue

"She's a beauty. I'm Holly Potter."

He'd always had the words written across his chest. The first words his soulmate would speak to him. He supposed he should feel lucky, his words gave a name, which was actually quite rare. However no matter how hard he dug and looked into the name he could never find who it was that was fated for him and at over thirty now he'd given up any hope of meeting them. His family knew not to bring the subject up anymore. Whoever Holly Potter was she was probably better of without him.

Sometimes, rare moments when he allowed himself to, he wondered what she was like. Was she older or younger than him? Where was she from, perhaps London or even the North. The rare nights he wasn't plagued by nightmares of France he would dream of what he thought she was like. She was always petite in his dreams, with pale skin and long curly black hair. The brightest green eyes he'd ever seen would pierce his soul every time and seemed to be able to tell exactly what he was thinking. He often catches himself wondering if this was really her, what she actually looked like and found himself avoiding woman that resembled her when the words don't initially come out of their mouth.

When he allows Grace in he tells himself that she's probably already dead and that is why he's seeing her in his dreams. His blood telling him to move forward with his life. And so he does. He throws himself into the business, the expansion into London, and makes himself a new enemy in Sabini.

And then he goes to the Auction, where he may come away with more than he'd planned to.