"Malika?" He called, his voice low and cautious as he stared into her golden eyes, eyes that had once held so much affection whenever she looked at him, was now nothing mere than twin golden orbs with anxiety reflecting in them.
The way he called her name made her feel a sense of familiarity, but she couldn't quite point her fingers on it. Whatever she was trying to comprehend seemed near as well as far out of reach, like a void trying to get sufficed or a significant piece of a puzzle missing, but when she found the piece there was no puzzle to solve.
"You know my name?!" She exclaimed in surprise, she wondered how or why a significant vampire lord would remember her, an insignificant creature's name.
