Author's POV
Alistair glared sharply at Asher. If it had been real and not just a dream, then that meant… Seraphina would have been in that hell already!
"But no one came to look for her as no one gave a damn about her." He said, blaming Asher.
Asher felt uneasy at his gaze, but more than that, he felt guilty as if he wasn't wrong.
Alistair let out a low breath, trying to steady himself, but it didn't work. His words were still laced with disbelief. "I thought it was just a nightmare. My mind is playing tricks. But what shocked me most was that the dream continued from where it last stopped in bits and pieces."
"Every time it was blurry, but horrible, making me wake up covered in sweat.
Asher didn't speak. His expression hardened as he heard everything with a serious face.
While Lucien's gaze didn't leave Alistair either, his fingers curled slightly at his side, rage surging beneath the surface.
