Sylvester’s P.O.V.
She was sleeping peacefully in my embrace. But the sleep was far away from my eyes. She had that bad dream again. Somehow, she calmed down soon this time. She was clinging to my shirt like a child when he scared of something.
Ryan was trying to get the information about that incident but didn’t get any. Andrew was still unconscious. My men were trying to locate Ms. Gloria Roberts, Andrew’s ex-wife, and Anya’s so-called mother but it seemed that she suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth.
“Sylvester”, she mumbled in her dreams and I tightened my grip on her so that she could feel safe.
“Why don’t you love me”, she again mumbled while holding my shirt tightly. I looked at her. There was pain on her face. I kissed her forehead gently,
