“You’re mine… I love you Mine,”

The voice was deep. Warm. Possessive.

It echoed in the farthest part of my mind like a sacred vow that was being whispered across lifetimes and for some odd reason it didn’t seem to scare me.. well not exactly. But it did something far more dangerous.

It called to me.

It felt so familiar.

It felt like a soft melody in my head that made me feel giddy and safe all at once.

Mine. He called me

Mine.. he called again.

And even though I had no face, and no memory to place it, that voice wrapped around my heart like vines of fate....