Chapter 51
Logan’s face paled as the Sikh guru bound the cloth around his hands, tying his strong olive fingers to Hana’s tiny ones. He tied it too tight and the blood thudded in Hana’s fingernails. The man opened his mouth to speak and through the haze of red and gold, Hana heard her father’s voice. “You’re a disgrace to my good name, a disappointment. You’re no daughter of mine.” It echoed down the years, still inducing the same clenching of heart and spirit. Then Logan’s face morphed into Vik’s and Hana choked, knowing she needed to scramble free before they sucked her back in.
Hana sat up, sweat beading on her brow and her hands clammy. The dream reminded her of her former hopelessness, saddening her at the trampling of better memories. Vik made her happy. Eventually. She forced hers
