Prologue

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It was as if I had made a call for a sandstorm; the way in which I was drawn to Sebastian. He was like fire and ice all at once. He was powerful and bawdy... yet so gentle and cold. His eyes were like the hottest of fires. They burned inside their sockets. They consumed my own and gave me something to search for. He was darkness. He was light. He was my everything and nothing.

My soul felt right when I was with him.

And whatever I would try to convey, he knew. His hands would touch mine and send electricity flooding through my veins. He could coax anything from me with a single sentence or word. He knew everything about me. He made me happy. He made me whole. I loved him. I felt like I had known him forever.

And I suppose I had.

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