Claudia
“Moon of my life”
“Little moon”
Those words echoed in his voice over and over. I blinked my eyes open, hoping to be in the filled with the foul stench of blood, the dark ceilings, haunted gates. Cages.
“I'm not a witch!, I'm not. Marcel.” I fought the memory as the voice became louder in my head. I have been scorned for doing something right and been blessed with something I didn't yet understand. I dug the memory at the back of my mind as the fire in my veins become only stronger.
“Ssssh, I'm here now.” I finally opened my eyes as the sweet scent of sandalwood enveloped my breath. His warm arms wrapped around me like a preserved gift he would rather not get hurt.
“Marcel.” I whispered. “You are here. I thought I was going to be alone again.”
He kissed my forehead. “You
