Esmerelda’s POV
I took several steps back away from the door. I didn’t even know what to think about what I was seeing. Was I still in the vision? Is this some kind of magical feedback of some kind? How in the hell is this man in front of me right now? I mean he is drop dead gorgeous. There is something about him that feels different than in the vision if that is even possible.
He hasn’t moved from his spot at the door. He is just staring at me. He hasn’t even blinked. Is he even real, I wondered. I tilted my head to the side and I saw it then, this person, he wasn’t the same man as my vision. He has more to his eyes. There is a deep profound sadness that has taken root. I can feel it from here. My magic is calling to come out and reach him.
I reign it in and put it tightly under contro
