Morana’s POV
“Tell me,” he insisted while still sitting on my bed.
I solemnly looked into his eyes as if seeing the past scenes in the orbs of his eyes.
Bitterly smiling, I shook my head and replied coldly, “It’s not just a nightmare. It’s a memory.”
His eyebrows furrowed; he shifted and tried to get closer to me, but I immediately raised my palm up. “Stay right there,” I said.
And so, he did.
“What memory is it about? Tell me. Maybe I can help,” he persisted, testing my patience.
Momentarily closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before looking at him again. Pointing at the couch, I gritted my teeth and said, “Get back where you belong and get off my back!”
Pain crossed his eyes before he slowly stood up. Looking right into my eyes, he said with longing, “But where you are is where
