“That scream was predicting your death.” David was concerned about Thomas’s future. It was dark from where he stood.
“Thomas? Are you alright? Let me see!” yelled Olivia, turning his face right and left, checking his body for injuries. “I saw you decapitated in my dream! I woke up screaming and came here. Thank God you are alive!” She was breathing heavily, with teary eyes.
“I’m fine.” He rejected her hand. “I need you to check her for black magic. She seems to have something on her.”
“Thomas! Are you in your right mind?! She’s your black faith! You’ll get killed! Is that what you want?!” She barked.
“Keep your boundaries and do what you are told to do. It’s my wife we are speaking about.” He nodded to the bathroom’s door for her to go in.