Zara
Keeping my emotions and memories under control wasn't as easy as I'd imagined—just a few words, and my carefully collected thoughts scattered to the wind.
Marcus smiled successfully, his words having exactly the effect he'd hoped for.
My mind was enveloped in this delicious fog, blurring the names and faces of everyone I'd ever known. The only person I remembered was Marcus. Whatever he did, it acted like a sedative, calming and relaxing me.
"Why don't you come with us, beautiful?" Marcus murmured, his gaze soft as he took me in.
"Come with you?" I frowned; my own voice sounded strange.
I felt something clawing at the walls of my mind, begging to be let in. I had a feeling I knew who it was, even though I couldn't remember the name.
"We were friends, beautiful?" Marcus's smile was breathtaking, and I watched in awe as it lit up his entire face.
"Friends?" I was confused. Shouldn't I have found my mate on my birthday? Then again, I wasn't sure when my birthday was.
