They say some blood lines are cursed.That the sins of the past never die, they only wait, clinging to the veins of the children who inherit them. I never believed it.Not until I met Javier Hernandez.The day I said yes to him I thought I was choosing love.Instead ,I chose death.And now ,as I write this I can feel the curse tightening around me.A cycle of blood and vengeance older than both our families,older than me,older than him.But blood always wins.My name is Ashley Brandon.And this is how I loved and died for him.