The dream was different again.
Sari stood in the grey city, but the buildings around her had shifted. Not the sharp towers—a room. Large, windows on one side, a desk in the center. Bookshelves lined the walls. The light was sharper. Fluorescent. Office light.
His office.
He wasn't here.
She walked toward the desk. Papers were spread across the surface. Reports, documents she couldn't read. The words blurred when she tried to focus.
The bookshelf was clearer.
She walked to it. Most of the titles were blurry. But one book stood out. Not a book—a magazine. Its cover was glossy, the image sharp.
A man stood in front of a building. Tall, dark-haired, grey-blue eyes. His face was serious.
She knew that face.
*Adrian.*
The magazine cover was covered in words—bold, large, easy to read. *
