Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

She doesn’t recognize me?

Can she remember me? Am I losing my mind?

Sebastian steadied himself and approached her cautiously. “Sasha?”

Sasha gazed back at him unblinkingly, through wide and tear-streaked eyes.

However, he saw the recognition in her gaze. It almost seemed as if she was waiting for something.

Sebastian was unable to restrain himself any longer. He took another step towards her. Sasha shrank away from him immediately.

“What are you doing? You are still hurt! Don’t move!” He grabbed hold of her.

His touch seemed to agitate Sasha. Distrust became horror as she screamed and twisted herself free from him.

“Let go! Let go of me!”

Distraught and afraid of hurting her, Sebastian let her go.

He watched as Sasha cower on her bed like a cornered deer. She buried her head under the blanket and began chastising herself.

Has she really lost her mind?

stood by the bed. His limbs and face felt unnaturally cold. He did not know what or

Thump.

quilt, Sasha’s thin

a thief, feeling her way around the cabinet by her bed, and knocked over a glass

What is she doing?

towards it, intending on cleaning

watched him through a crack in her quilt and waited for her chance. He was kneeling over the broken glass and caught sight of her staring at him through the

you leave me alone? Are you an evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming about a

her quilt, exposing only her angry

still on

In her dreams? Scum?

Sasha furrowed her

not think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him for

new life. Besides, she had to sever all ties with

before Sasha, as clear as day. Just like the same old

must be dreaming.

to sleep, but before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised her to see a muscular hand closing over

“Is it true?”

“What?”

feel me touching you?” The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her thin wrists

being caressed with a gentleness that