Emily lay on the hospital bed, eyes closed, her breathing steady but her face was tense. Although Alex had strictly instructed Andrian to leave the hospital he couldn’t bring himself to do so without seeing her one last time. So, he silently slipped into her room, carefully closing the door behind him and made his way towards her bed.

As he stood by her bedside, he saw her furrowed brows. “She’s having a bad dream,” he murmured under his breath. Gently, he reached out and smoothed her ...