The darkness melted her tension and wariness, she found herself drifting off to unknown dreams as she became numb to the pain or the warmth that left her too soon.
Her thoughts went back to Izekiel once again. Only in her dreams was she able to let her guards down, to let her heart beat for him.
Nesrin was nestled in soft thick blankets but none of them could fend of the cold that seeped into her very blood. Her breaths were low, labored, and shallow.
But his hand in hers was warm. It was like a soothing calm to her delirious thoughts, a lullaby to her restless mind.
"Promise me," his gentle voice asked.
"What do you mean?"
She whispered, her exhausted self could not make out sense from his words or endure the torment they brought with them.
Izekiel was silent for a while, as if choosing the right words but his silence caused her wary heart to slowly sink.
