The feeling that washed over her after having her dream yanked away was a sense of despair and dread, even within her sleep, something or someone wanted to torment her, it was as though they were trying to make her pay for something and that was not good, not in the slightest.
Her body shivered, even though it was not that cold; it was what she was feeling from within that was spreading. It was making her act as though she were awake, when in reality she was not and that was not a good thing for anyone, whom she senses to be a threat.
A moment later, Nova stormed into the inn, boots heavy, cloak smudged with ash and blood.
Kiros, Alinira, and Levan followed close behind, silent as the others exchanged glances, wondering whether or not it was a success or not, but Nova's mind was preoccupied at the time.
He didn't speak to the others waiting in the lounge.
He didn't pause.
He went straight to her room and pushed the door open.
