The room is on fire, agápi mou. His words are so clear in my head, like they’re my own thought but in his voice. So deeply embedded in my consciousness that he’s already become a part of my being. Sure enough, flames burn high and bright, growing closer with each second. But I feel only a gentle warmth from their lethal flame. You may be immune to the flames, my little one, but I am most assuredly not. He suckles at my neck, much more gently than before. Although I would be willing to burn before I would be willing to move.
