"Where are you, my angel?"
In the car, Amaira released a quiet groan, drawing the attention of her captors in the front seats. They watched as she moved a bit in her seat, furrowing her brows and frowning as if she was in a strange dream.
"It's Elias," Helen started as she hung up her phone. "He's invaded her subconscious."
They left Amaira to dream without a hint of concern. They were confident that no matter what she tells him, he won't be able to find them.
Amaira found herself back in Elias' room, she was again laying on his bed, buried under his white sheets. As she looked around, she realized that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to distinguish between dreams and reality.
She couldn't tell if Elias found them and brought her back or if she was still unconscious and dreaming.
"It's the latter; I haven't found you...at least not yet."
