Amir's lips curled as he leaned on the window sill, staring just at the Princess. "I need something only you can do. No one else can help me."
Forrest let out a growl, crossing his hands over his chest. "Choose your words carefully, boy!" he warned, but Amir still took Elene's hand into his, looking straight into her eyes.
"Please, Elene— Could you—"
Snap his head! He served his purpose!?Hades snarled, ready to attack any moment now.
"Could you, please, tell the guy in my dreams to leave me alone?"
Elene's breath hitched, the realisation overwhelming: could Amir's nocturnal visitor be none other than her deceased friend, Ivar?
Hope, fragile yet fervent, blossomed inside her. Ivar possessed the rare ability to weave and manipulate the fabric of dreams— a gift that still pulsed with vi
