"Ivy, you're awake?" Jensen Morrison pushed the door open and saw Ivy Holden drenched in sweat. He frowned and asked, "Why are you sweating so much? Did you have a nightmare?"
"I dreamed about that person." Ivy Holden let out a slow breath and leaned back against the headboard.
Recalling the dreams he'd had before, Jensen Morrison quickly asked, "Did you see his face?"
Ivy Holden shook her head and sighed softly. "I just heard his voice. He was talking to James Zimmers."
"What did he say? Do you remember?"
"I don't remember." Ivy Holden raised a hand to rub the bridge of her nose. The scenes in the dream kept shifting, and the fear that followed had replaced most of the content. The more she tried to think about it, the blurrier it became.
"It's okay. I've already arranged for people to keep a constant watch on James Zimmers. If he makes the slightest move, I'll know immediately."
