Ayyra eyes opened sharply. Beads of sweat covered her face, her heart hammered in her chest as she felt her hands shaking.
Why does she have to have the same dream again of herself killing Alexander? It was just too weird. She never remembers any of the things she dreams about but this one was so vividly clear and etched in her memory even the feeling of pain felt so real to her.
The chirping of birds could be heard clearly as she looked around her. She saw she was inside a car and it was early morning outside.
Ayyra looked down and saw the jacket that was used to cover her. She remembered seeing Alexander wearing this jacket and wondered if he had brought her here.
When she looked to her left, she realized that she was not alone. A figure was sitting in the drivers seat. He had hi
