Leo woke suddenly, gasping for air, his heart pounding violently in his chest. The nightmare that had jolted him from sleep still clung to his thoughts, refusing to fade. In the dream, he had seen something he never wanted to see—Ari, dressed in a stunning wedding gown, walking down the aisle. But she wasn’t walking toward him.
She was walking toward someone else.
The groom's face had been blurry, unrecognizable, but the sight of her with another man had filled Leo with a sense of dread that felt all too real. His mind raced, the images playing on repeat—Ari smiling at someone that wasn’t him, someone holding her hand, taking her away from him forever.
Leo sat up quickly, running his hands through his hair. “No”, he thought, his pulse still racing. “I can't let that happen. Ari is supposed to be mine. I have to make things right before it’s too late.”