Estelle wasn't too sure if he was angry anymore as now he could make a small joke. She manage to squeeze a small laughter to dismiss the seemingly tense air between them. She could feel his arms trembling and she hated the idea of her weakness being the cause of her misery.
"I dreamt of something," she whispered to him in a haze, her eyes blurry and her consciousness was fading but she was slightly afraid she would forget what she had dreamed again if she hadn't told him. "I saw a gorgeous angel."
"Angel?" Magnus repeated her words. "Did it want to bring you away?" His voice became tense and she shook her head.
"No, she said she gave me a gift," she whispered to him. "But I didn't feel happy. The angel thinks I don't have anyone who loves me."
