The warm drops pelted her mouth and then ran down her cheeks and chin. She could hear a voice sternly at first and the pleadingly telling her, begging her to drink. The first swallow was sharp and metallic, nearly unpleasant but as her body registered the unlying fragrance, almost like a fine wine, Isolde swallowed and searched for more. Finally, she was able to open her eyes, to Malachai.<br/><br/>His head was backlit as with a halo and she knew without a doubt this man was her soulmate. The potion proved it and this blood bond sealed it. Still weak, she whispered,<br/><br/>"Malachai, darling."