Chapter 122: His Angel
Viviana was deeply asleep but had scattered bad dreams. One of her recurring ones was she laying on her back, unable to move or breathe—like her experience on the day of Abenney fire.
She woke up with a gasp.
She’s learned to control her nightmares to some extent. But this time, she could not breathe even after waking up. She was pressed against his chest and her back hurt by the force he was holding her.
His heartbeat had gone haywire. She could not look at his face, but she knew he is not fine.
"Kastello," she called for him.
As someone who went through therapies for nightmares, she knew that waking up is not the right option. But she was hurting and in the verge of collapsing without air. She needs him to let her go.
"Leander Kastello," she called him again, gently.
He still was not waking up. But his hold around her loosened. She supported herself on her elbow and had a good look at him. The sky had turned dark and she saw perspiration glittering on his forehead. The pillow was soaked with sweat.
She didn’t know how long he’s suffering from this nightmare.
"Leander!" she called him, gently tapping his cheek.
But there was no response. His eyebrows were knitted and his lips were pouted as he tried to say something.
She gently lifted his head up and slid her arm under his neck. Placing her other hand at the back of his head, she let him lean on her chest. She kissed his head.