Lina woke up in a cold sweat. She shot upright, her eyes shaking from the trauma. She was unable to speak. Her hands couldn't stop trembling. She reminded herself that it was just a dream. Just a nightmare. That was all.
With a quivering head, she turned to see the bed was empty.
Lina's heart fell. In her moment of weakness, all she wanted was warmth and comfort. But the other end of the bed was cold. She bit back her pain and tried to lay back down. Then, she heard it.
"...why would he need immortals?"
Lina shifted her gaze. In the darkness of the room, she saw him on the balcony. The moonlight watched over him. Its brightness added a melancholic hunch to his proud shoulders and framed his features perfectly. His face was hauntingly beautiful. He had the kind of sorrow that poets always wrote about and painters strived to draw.
"Screw his greed," Kaden growled into the phone.
