A nudge to her ribs makes her jerk and saw Vergel concerned face. "Are you okay?"
Sheila Marie looks at him like he was a monster of her dream, he could almost see the uncertainty in her eyes and the beat of her heart deafening him. He doesn't want to see those eyes again, eyes full of suspicion, sadness, uncertainty, and above all, dismay. Vergel knew she was anxious when those primitive fears run through her eyes. Whatever she'd dreamed about, it conveys distress. He could sense her apprehension as easily as flipping through her mind.
Sheila Marie's doubt comes most when she was desperate and no other alternatives than to withdraw her deepest concerns and be overwhelmed by the way of the time she yearns it most. So, even as her thoughts sink into that void and the ladders of trust burn
