Excerpt From The Prologue
 I
met Chris at the beginning of my junior year. He was tall
and handsome, with thick dark hair and green eyes fringed
with the sort of lashes that only boys seem to get but that
girls covet. He sat next to me one September afternoon in
Modern Art and Abstraction. I dropped my pen, he picked it
up, our eyes met, and I fell head over heels in love with
a sociopath.
Of course, it took nearly six months for
me to realize that he was, in fact, a sociopath. He was a
senior and a bit of a mystery to my circle of friends. He'd
transferred to Harvard from a small liberal arts college
out west, and he had an air about him that was part Mark
Darcy and part James Bond. He swept me off my feet, and I
was more than willing to be swept.
The first time I realized something was
off was the night he figured out how to call in to my answering
machine and play back the messages. I was at the library
working on a paper, but he was convinced that I was cheating
on him. A few months and a number of similar incidents later,
I was out of love and desperate to be rid of him...
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