Isabella Martini - POV
"Bella!" I heard the same distant voice again.
I couldn't move while my eyes were glued to the sword in the man's hand, and he was taking predatory steps towards me. "You cannot run this time, little mouse." I heard the man whisper without sparring a glance his way, I turned around and ran in the opposite direction when I tripped over a root and fell to the ground.
"Bella, wake up!" Arlo's voice was more prominent right now when I snapped my eyes open and abruptly sat up on the bed. I was gasping for air as I frantically looked around the small bedroom. "Are you all right!" Arlo asked me as he pulled me into a hug while my hands unconsciously moved around his neck.
There was a thin layer of precipitation on my forehead, and I could still feel my heart beating against my chest. "What did you dream about?" Arlo asked me in a soft tone.
