She reminds him of a girl he might never have met, and a song he can't quite remember, and a place he's not sure he's ever been to. She's fire and ice all at once, red hair flying and grey eyes probing, curious, prying for his secrets. She has chain links tattooed around her wrists, like the handcuffs that once rubbed his skin raw, and they move on her freckled skin, undulating like her hips to the beat of his heart.
He remembers when she touches him, remembers the dark walls that locked him in, the gates that creaked, the cold that clutched at his blood. He remembers screaming for his mother, like some lost child, screaming for help. He remembers how grateful he was the day he was freed, by a lovely blonde who was a new employee of magical law, newly pregnant and radiant. He remembers her name - Fleur. Familiar. From a time he'd forgotten.
And Dominique crawls over him, her eyes flashing wickedly, her hand on his bare chest, and he smiles up at her. "I'll always remember you," he says softly, and she smiles, freckled cheeks pink with pleasure.