#Chapter23

Alador couldn’t look at her neither did he push her away, “the dream felt authentic because I was here, my presence affected it, t’s nothing.”

Mariah sobbed, tears trailed down her cheeks and she kept her gaze on him, “I died in that dream, I don’t need you to tell me and my dressing told me it wasn’t of this time. What year was it, I know that you know.”

Alador shut his eyes tightly, he refused to look at her, to look at her tears, “I have to go.”

“No,” she said immediately, “please don’t go, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but...