In the evening, Hunter checked on Iris before heading to his room only to find the woman pacing back and forth in the balcony. She looked listless as she chewed on her lips while a deep frown rested on her face.
“What are you doing? It’s cold.” He advanced in her direction and rubbed his palms on her arms, locking his gaze on hers. “Can’t sleep?”
“I’m just feeling antsy. I know it was just a dream, but I can’t stop thinking about it. Hunter, what if something wrong happens again? What if luck’s not on our side next time? What if–“
He shook his head and pressed a finger on her mouth. “Shh… More than anyone in this world, you should know that there are no ifs in this life, Irised. It was a dream caused by the turmoil in your heart. Stress was affecting your subconscious mind. Don’t let it
