Chapter 72

• ANISHA’S POV
• Two silhouettes of men stood in the doorway. It took a few seconds for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark, and I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I saw that one of them actually looked like Dylan. Was he there, right in front of me, of I was having an illusion? It was getting dark and although the moon was shining bright and we had a candle, I still failed to see clearly the face of the men who was standing in the door way, for their own shadows covered their faces.
• “Anisha!” he called my name, and I immediately picked his voice. That same old voice which I knew too well, and which I dreamt of every single day. I knew the voice.