"Marco!" Perdita screamed at the top of her voice, her hands outstretched in front of her as she woke up with sweat covering her body as if water poured on her.
Remembering the dream, she gasped clearly frightened by the terrible dream she just dreamt. Her heart drummed against her ribcage like it was being beaten by mini soldiers inside her chest. Her green eyes fearfully looked around the room searching for anyone or probably Daemon who she had dreamt about.
She shivered just like she remembered shivering in the dream and her gaze immediately went to the window. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the window was open but the only difference this time was that snow was not falling and there was no one standing there.
After looking at the window, her eyes fell on her body to see if truly her clothes were ripped apart.