In the cold darkness beneath the swinging boughs of wind-caressed trees, a soft glow emanated from a patch of wet leaves and fallen needles. Blanketed by discarded clothing and accessories, the entity concealed within the gold pocket watch reached out, calling for the warm, passionate hand of the companion who held it only hours before.
Despite their disastrous meeting, they were inexplicably bound. One destiny foreordained to change the other.
A translucent, formless wisp rose skyward, drifting with purpose and intelligence, floating into the crisp night air. Searching. Desperate.
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Logan paced before the roaring fire in his bedroom.
Who is this woman? What the hell am I supposed to do with her?
The questions did nothing to settle the battle raging within him. The more he thoug
