“Morgan?” Evan prayed silently that Morgan was okay. “Morgan,” he said again. “Morgan, please answer me.” He brushed stray strands of black hair from Morgan’s face. Morgan looked peaceful.
Morgan’s eyes opened little by little, as if waking from a deep sleep. “Evan.”
Evan smiled with relief. “You’re going to need more than what I could give you.”
Morgan stroked Evan’s cheek. “She was right,” he whispered. Evan c****d his head in confusion. “Annette. She told me we were made for each other long before either one of us was born. Now I believe her.”
With a graceful ease that startled him, Morgan had Evan on his back on the floor. Morgan gripped his wrists. Evan struggled, only to discover no amount of strength could budge Morgan. With an indescribable feeling that began in the pit of his
