Yvette stared at Bartholomew, in total disbelief. She could see the tears in his eyes. As he had finished telling her the story, a flood of memories hit her like a tidal wave.
"I-I remember everything now!" She cried. "I remember who you are, and I remember who I once was. I was Odette, and you are Rothbart. How is this even possible?"
"Your soul belongs to me, you belong to me." He replied. "That night when I turned you into a swan for the first time, and we flew away from the castle together—you had made a promise to me. You wanted me to take you away from the palace, away from your mundane royal life. But I warned you, you could not go back on your word. When you had agree to that, you were forever bound to me."
"Everyone in my life now, they too were reincarnated souls from my pre
