Everyone turned to the silver-haired man standing by the door. He walked in slowly, his gaze on Tazanna before turning to Javier.
“He has taken control of the dream, Tazanna is just asleep now,” he walked towards Javier. “Whatever it is though, it is not hurting him.”
Jazmine glanced at Javier, the rapid movement of his eyes making her uneasy, “how do you know?”
The man turned his grey eyes to her, a small smile on his face. “You worry about nothing, mate of my father. His influence is calm. Besides, he would have requested I join him in the dream had it been anything but peaceful.”
Jazmine glanced at him. “Salvator. I thought you were his bodyguard or something.”
“In a way, we are. Both Antonio and I are Javier’s sons. But we are the only ones that he trusts wholly to protect each o
