Chapter Sixty Seven

(Lena's POV)

Those same red eyes stared at me. I would never be able to miss it. His skin was pale as snow, and his lips were a bloody red color. He looked just as he did in the latest dream I had.

Was it a dream?

Those marks he gave me were real, so how do I know that the time he touched me was not?

My breath hitched, and I felt my heart slamming faster. I gripped at my chest. Was I having a panic attack just by staring at him?

Yes.

Yes, I was having a panic attack because this man... this man did things to me without my permission; this man could walk right into our room unseen. I had every right to be afraid. He sat there, his face neutral, but he stared at me. I contemplated turning back and walking out of this room; maybe by the time I came in next, he would be gone. Could this all be in my head?, could this be some sick twisted dream?

It was impossible, right? to see a person who had only been in your dreams but in real life.

"My betrothed, how long I waited to finally be with y