Tessa Caldwell fell asleep shortly and drifted into a dreamland.
In the dream, she lay on a soft large bed, struggling to open her eyes, then saw a tall and upright man standing by the bed, looking down at her.
He stood bathed in light, his face hidden in darkness, yet still radiating an endless brilliance, an allure that captivated the soul: cold, alluring, proud, exuding an air of restraint.
He moved unhurriedly, slowly sitting by the bedside, every gesture emanating a noble aura that couldn't be ignored.
He raised his hand, his fingertip caressing her chin. It was a pair of beautiful and strong hands, fingers as fair as jade, slender and clean, nails neat, fingertips calloused, brushing against her chin with apparent nonchalance, yet firmly lifting it.
"Faye..." she called out to him, wanting to sit up, but her body seemed restrained by something, unable to move an inch.
He leaned forward, gently pressing a kiss on her forehead...
Then he stood up again, turning to leave.
