"So, you still don't want to tell me about your dream?" Nikolas asked Selene from across the cabin.
They were currently seated on the private jet, heading back home after a stressful evening of preparations for tonight.
But as much as he wanted to stay focused on the plan ahead, he somehow could not stop worrying about her or the nightmare she had woken up from this morning.
The way she had screamed and then proceeded to cry when she got up to the look she had given him…
It had not been the soft, shy, desire-filled gaze he'd grown used to. No, it was different. Haunted.
It was as if she wanted to say something about the dream that made her cry, but she immediately shut it down the second she regained control of herself.
Now, her mind was entirely consumed with concentration on the revenge plan.
They were currently flying into the city just in time for Ivy and Frank's wedding.
Which neither of them had been invited to, which didn't come as a surprise for neither of them.
