*********FLASHBACK********
SEVEN YEARS AGO
“My love, do you want to play a game?” Amelia asked, her skin looking so radiant behind the blinding lights.
“Yes.” Draekon replied, a weak smile on his face.
It felt like ages since he last saw her. Where had she even run off to? He thought she had promised to stay with him forever.
“Great!” She grinned. “It’s called Power of the Mind. I’ll say a word, and you’ll quickly tell me a relative word. Are you game?”
“Yes.” He whispered weakly.
“Alrght.” She nodded. “Clouds.”
“Rain.” He replied, and she smiled with a nod.
“Vein.”
“Blood.”
“Food.”
“Taste.”
“Loss.”
“Pain.”
“Death.”
“Grief.” He rushed out before he could even comprehend his thoughts.
Slowly, it began to dawn on him that things weren’t truly as they seemed. His mate wasn’t
