Mila Warren sat up in bed as the name, “Stefan,” whispered from her lips. A bit of desperation, fear, maybe need thrown in too. Her soul reached out to the nameless faceless male in her dreams, the name forgotten as soon as it came. Her soul called out, reaching for the connection. Reaching for answers.
Scrubbing her face with her hands, she sighed. She had been having the same nightmare for as long as she could remember. A nightmare she didn’t experience every night, thankfully. She wasn’t...
Published on September 27, 2019 13:58