I could feel his breath on my neck, and the cold whisker sent quivers to my body. He gently pulled my hair behind to expose my skin more. I should have stopped him and pushed him away but I just remained paralyzed almost like I was succumbing to his will. Does my soul still glow for him? I now crave Dace's blood but that doesn't change the fact that he's still my sire. He still had little control over me and I can't seem to help it. It's like struggling with a fishing line wrapped around your hand.
"He's not here is he?" his gravel voice rumbled close to my ear and I shivered upon impact. "Strange" I could tell he was smiling right now without looking at his face. His amusement was just too gut-wrenching to swallow, it had a way of mocking any individual.
"His memories have returned by my guess, two personalities in a feat, so much struggle"
How does he know that?