When our eyes met, all the memories came like a flood. Torn by force out of me like dead roots.
The bar, the red lights, the muffled sound of the music, but also the horrible sound my car’s tires made when it skidded and rolled over on the road. The accident that nearly took my life. His hands on me, pulling me out of the wreckage of the vehicle. His wrist against my mouth, his blood flooding my tongue.
"Never tell your grandmother about this."
And him bent over me. Monstrous eyes reflecting my imminent death. Lips stained crimson when he offered me his own blood.
I should have died that night, but Viktor stopped that. He saved me, like an angel of death, a gentleman in black armor.
A demon condemning me with his venom.
He held my face between his fingers, looked deep into my eyes, a
