Jordan’s point of view
I popped up with sweats swerving all over my thick skin, my heart panting doggedly and with fist clashed against itself. Exhilarated by the hilarious dream that waved a bunch of despair all through me. It's obvious that my head had started echoing all through with pounce as if some display of drum arts were going on up there.
Oh! I hissed, the dream again. This time around, it was becoming more daring. What could this mean? I mused. The night was damn cold, and I was in need of warmth right now. Calling those servants would be a fat embarrassment, like what would they imagine? A clan head shaking in fear? Yea, that was the condition I was currently facing, but mind you, the fear wasn't self-inflicted but born as a result of the obnoxious dreams that kept repeating
