Lissana couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about her conversation with Uzziel and everything she had seen in her dreams.
“Tarik.”
She whispered his name; it was drowned out by the creaking of branches and the howls of a wolf in the distance.
After seeing him in her dreams, her longing had intensified; she wanted to see him again.
Lissana lay down, used her arm as a pillow, and before closing her eyes, she uttered a silent apology.
“I'm sorry Uzziel, but I need to see him.”
Lissana closed her eyes. Falling asleep wasn't difficult; she felt exhausted, even though she hadn't done much.
In her dreams, she searched for him, and this time, she found him in a different way. Tarik was awake. He looked at her with deep gray eyes.
“Lissana?”
He asked as if he wasn't entirely sure it
