MIRA
“Mira, you are back!”, the man runs to me and I quickly take a step back, making him s flinch at that. I now look closer at him and know that he is the gerdian who danced with me at the ball.
“What is this? Where are we?” I ask, a bit terrified with everything that is going on.
“Mira, it’s all right,” he raises his hands in a defensive move and doesn’t take any other attempts to get closer to me, “You are safe here and I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want me to. I promise.”
“All right,” I say after a while, “Then answer my previous questions. What is this? Are you playing with my mind as well?”
“No,” he answers without any hesitation, “Our minds are connected.”
“How so?”
“We exchanged our blood when we were kissing and it triggered this kind of connection… Now when
