Leander, with a smile, pushed Viviana to the front. Her bewildered look tickled his heart. As she walked to the front, he remembered something.
The dark-haired, dark-eyed girl with short hair he used to see in his dreams—his angel.
He couldn't discern where they were for only she was in his eyes. That girl's eyes were red and filled with tears, her lips were trembling, her hands were fisted, and he noticed her holding back her urge to cry.
She looked abandoned.
Leander's heart clenched as he remembered his feeling back then. It was the same feeling he had whenever he was near.
I will protect her. I will not let any harm befall her. No one can hurt her. She is mine. Mine alone.
