Quietly, Lyvana closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The loud noise made her gasp, and she sat up fast. For a moment, she looked around in confusion. She wasn't in a hospital room at all. Instead, she was lying on the sofa in her office.
Her body started trembling as she gasped for air.
Immediately, she grabbed her arm, checking for signs of the gunshot wound. There was no blood, no bandage, and no wound.
Was the whole thing just a dream?
She continued to stare at her arm, her heart pounding violently against her ribs. It had felt so real.
Marco getting shot.
Julian's angry expression.
The sniper.
Her breathing was still uneven when she realized the office phone was still ringing beside her.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Still shaken, she reached for it and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she said hoarsely.
"Ms. Lyvana, you have an unscheduled visitor waiting downstairs at reception to see you."
