Nightmare never left Ana alone. They followed her each night. Rowan's death, her struggles, her family death and cold eyes of Lucas never left her alone.
She often broke up into cold sweats. How much time had passed since she was struggling.
She held the bed sheets tightly.
"I didn't do it. Garry, I did not. Do not leave me." She broke into cold sweat as she pleaded to him.
Not because she was afraid of losing her life, but she did not want him to hate her.
Her voice was so feeble and full of pain.
Garrison sat up at once and stared at her. Rowan was already in deep sleep. But Ana was struggling, tears had filled her eyes.
"Please do not hate me." his eyes narrowed at once.
Who is she pleading with?
He had investigated the girl many times. But she never had been in love with anyone. There was no rumor or a fling or any name attached to her. Still he felt like she had been hurt many times. Her love had turned into hatred.
