Chapter fifty eight ~ The dream
Lucian’s POV***************
I heard the whispers from my deep sleep. It just seems to grow louder every passing minute and then it stopped. And then the faint sound of a whistling kettle. Somehow the noise gree louder with every passing minute.
The cups and kettle started making a loud rattling sound. I tried blocking the sound by pressing my head harder into the bed but it seemed like everything was making too much noise even my own labored breathing.
And suddenly it all stopped.
I took in three successful breaths before opening my eyes. And then I saw her. The young lady I have been training for weeks. Damia!
She walked in majestically, cradling a cup of cofffee in her hand. She was putting on a new Jean and shirt that I haven’t seen her wear befo
