Javier gritted his teeth as his eyes bore on the woman in front of him. Sorsha. She was his late wife’s sister.
“Why did you trap my daughter in this dream?” Javier looked around the place. It is their old home. He could see his wife’s well-attended gardens, the water fountain in its pristine state. Now all that was left of this place was bad memories and death. “And placed that trap for her beloved.”
“Is that a way to greet an old friend? I thought you would have been happy to see me,” Sorsha replied as she moved from behind the hedge shaped like a fairy.
“Until you sided with the enemy and got your own sister killed,” Javier spat at her. Even though Evie was not his soul mate and theirs was more of a business transaction than a real marriage, she was still the mother of his sons. That
