It was an early winter morning. Bram is your mother's next lover. You were drinking tea in the kitchen in deathly silence. You clearly had no love for your possible stepfather.

• Your wrist. Show it to me.

As if Bram said warily. He roughly grabbed your hand while looking at your wrist. There was a black thread mark drawn around your wrist. Just like on Bram's arm. It meant that you were soulmates.

• Don't tell your mother.