Belonging to MacGregor

Eian MacGregor existed in a never-ending limbo, caught in an envelope in time.

Eternity stretched ahead of him, a hopeless and lonely place.

Or was it?

Shaken from his lethargy by two intricately drawn pictures of himself, Eian was equally moved by the young woman who’d painted them. He looked at her and saw breathtaking beauty. What did she see when she looked at him?