Angelica sat in the garden with Skender feeling a bit nervous. Telling a man who wasn't her husband that she had a dream about him wasn't the most comfortable situation, besides all the history they had together.
So he was a demon too, and what she had seen in her dreams was indeed a memory. She remembered how broken he looked when he had lost his parents and how sad he looked when the red-haired woman told him they couldn't be together.
"Thank you for taking your time to bring my brother here and talk to me," she said.
"I am happy to help in any way," he smiled.
She had forgotten his sad but gentle eyes and his charming smile.
"I know this might be sensitive, as it is something that had happened in your past. I do not wish to evoke any painful memories."
"Don't worry," he said. "There is nothing you can remind me of that I don't already remember every day."
