Nesrin was inside her old room again.
The place was just like how it used to be, but for some reason she was lying on the ground. There was a burning pain on her wrists and ankles as if shackles bound her.
Nesrin tries to free herself but it causes the pain to increase even more.
She could not stay there.
Izekiel needs to be warned.
Things were going in a very wrong direction. She had to go to him, she had to do her best so that he couldn't...
Nesrin stopped struggling against the shackles that refused to budge.
She had to save him, but she shouldn't think about that. Why was she worried about him so much when he was the one who will be her death.
"Nesrin," a soft hand rested on her shoulder.
She didn't have to turn to know who it was. Izekiel had this low deep voice that tickled her neck as he stood so close to her.
