Prologue

I held her waist and her hand. As I held her hand, it molded into mine, just like clay and I felt like her hand belonged in mine. She began to take steps and I intuitively followed. We danced, swaying from one side to the other, moving our feet and soon we were moving around the room, dancing to no music. I locked my eyes with Amora's and they smiled. I was going to fall in love with this woman. It was inevitable.