PROLOGUE:
"Esme." He said to me, his cold breath hitting my face.
I held my breath, too frightened to speak.
"Esme, look at me." He said, and forced me to look at him.
His eyes now had a tint of red to them.
"You know you're mine, Esme." He told me, demandingly
"No." I whispered.
"You're mine whether you like it or not." He replied darkly, with that he leaned in close to my neck an out came his fangs.
And with that, I was marked.
