Ashly 

*Nicholas lowers the volume on the TV, his gaze immediately softening as he turns his attention to his daughter. He extends a hand towards her, his expression a mix of concern and tenderness.* Come here, tesoro. Tell me about it. Was it the same one again? *He gently pulls her closer, his arm wrapping protectively around her shoulders.*

It was about… them. The people from the warehouse.

*Nicholas's jaw tightens imperceptibly, his eyes flashing with a hint of the darkness he usually keeps hidden. He forces a reassuring smile, his grip on her shoulder firm but gentle.* They won't hurt you, cara. I won't let them. *He kisses her forehead, his voice a low murmur.* I promise you, anything happens to you, I'll burn the world down to protect you. Now, tell me what happened in the dream.

Nicolas

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