-Alma-
"Egan, snapback!" I told my Love, cocooning him with spiritual-fire.
He reeked of dark magic and spoiled omelette. Gods, how could they fall for the seduction spell of someone that smells that bad? Stinky demon! How did Meghan even manage to summon a demon? I've heard that it was impossible.
Placing both my hands on Egan's cheeks, I looked intently at his eyes.
"Egan, you are my soul. Don't let her spell win, our love is stronger than the magic of hell! Please, come back to me. Feel me." Closing my eyes I let my flames flow through the bond, projecting the twin fire that moulded our souls into his mind. He had to feel it, the connection forged in our soul, in our fire. We were one, body and spirit, only perfect and complete when united. "Feel me. Feel my love. Come back to me, Egan," I murmured.
Hearing him inhaling a lungful of air, I opened my eyes.
"Alma?" He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body against his broad chest, "What is happening?"