"Rivana..."
Rivana felt a faint voice calling for her, worried and slowly growing louder until she opened her eyes with a gasp. She looked around her surroundings, her eyes falling on Azrael, whose face was close to hers.
Her heart started racing again, unsure if it was because of Alan in her dreams or the man sitting beside her. There was something in Azrael's expression, the tension quite visible in his creased brows that was warming her heart.
Azrael slowly helped her sit up and moved closer. He filled up a glass of water and passed it to her. Rivana took a few sips, and Azrael placed the cup back. Raising his hand, he wiped away her tears with his thumb, and that's when Rivana realized she was crying.