82. Morning After

Saïda’s POV:

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around. It wasn’t a dream. I was in Asahd’s arms. He’d wrapped me up and I had my head resting on his chest.

It was still dark outside and I looked at the huge clock on the wall.

′Five o’clock.′

Weakly, I raised my head and looked at him. He w...