That night, Rhea’s dream was quite vivid.
She had decided to stop trying to force her memories, but nothing was forced about that night’s dream. It was different.
In her dream, the world around her was different, more modern, and sophisticated. The environment and the house she found herself in oozed wealth and power. She stood in a lush, floral garden in the big compound, caressing the flowers and smelling them.
And then she lifted her face from the bunch of roses she was smelling and turned around; that was when she saw him.
He was a tall, handsome man with striking features. Jet black hair that was sleeked back in an effortless manner, icy blue eyes that stared directly into her soul, and a well-defined muscular structure.
She couldn't tell who he was, but she could feel the connec
