Chapter 88

Flashes of blurred visions danced in front of Elena’s eyes.

“I don’t like this,” a woman said, shaking her head in disapproval.

Elena barely caught that woman’s old eyes and wrinkled face when her eyes grew heavy again and she tumbled into the darkened corner of her mind.

The next time her eyes fluttered open, she felt Simon’s face too close to her own. He didn’t look like himself, too much brightness and blurriness in front of her gaze made it feel like a dream.

He smiled at her, the same sinful smile that always made her think of all the secrets hidden behind them. “Don’t worry, darling. You’re doing very good.”

And then she was gone again.

And then there was this another dream; cool oceanic breeze brushed her hair away from her face, making them dance here and there.

“The room is ready, sir,” she heard someone say, while she struggled to make her throat work.

“Good work,” someone else said, and even though there was no way to say for sure, she knew he was Simon. He had to be.

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El