Ivy blinked as if checking if Tristan was standing really before him or not. When she touched his hand—she was able to feel his skin. He was real… She got a bunch of roses from him. The sweet fragrance of the fresh red roses was real.
"How did you get here?" She whispered, clutching the green stems of the roses in her hand. One uncut throne in the stem found a way to pierce her forefinger. Ivy was bleeding now, but she didn't even feel that pain—she was lost in his golden-brown eyes.
Suddenly, something changed in his face. He was no more smiling at her. His expression got serious and his gaze moved down to her long, delicate fingers that were holding the flowers. Then his eyes went to the darker shade of brown at first—but very soon they became bright red.
He grabbed Ivy's hand, held
