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.