No One's Pov
Alina felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing her neck, cutting off every bit of oxygen. She struggled to breathe, clawing at the air as the darkness pressed in on her. It felt so real, so heavy, like the shadow of death itself was leaning over her.
"Ahhh!"
She suddenly woke up with a huge gasp, her lungs burning as she dragged in air. Her heart was pounding loudly, and her forehead was covered in a cold sweat.
Dante was sitting right there by the bed, his expression not visible in the dim light. "What's wrong? How are you feeling now?" he asked, his voice calm and sounded concern.
Alina slowly calmed down, her trembling hands clutching the sheets. She looked up at his handsome face and forced a weak smile. It was probably just a nightmare caused by the pain and the medication, she thought. There was no way her Dante will ever hurt her. Infact he choose her over that Viella.
