The next day, Stefan woke up earlier than Cayenne. There was a faint smile on his lips while staring into space. Several deep embedded thorns have been lifted from his heart. He can finally breathe with no hindrance and he felt even more alive after that dream. He got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face, having the urge to cook for his wife this time.
He wasn't sure if it was his older brother's soul showing up in his dream or it was just his subconscious making things up but as long as it wasn't the bloody puddle, he was satisfied with his dream.
Cayenne stirred in her sleep and moved closer to where her husband should be sleeping but her hand touched an empty place. She opened up her eyes in an instant and looked around.
