She sat there, silent and still, looking out over the water. Her hands sat softly in her lap, a smile painted upon her face. Her beautiful red hair was pulled back into a braid, which rested against her back. Her skin, pale, ivory white with a hint of blue.

It was chilly.

Marcus Mullin was part of the military group sent out to look for an enemy of the state. We knew we were looking for a woman, but that was it. Then he saw her, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Purple eyes shone through the crowd as their eyes locked—my soulmate.