ninety nine

Drake's POV

I stood in front of Evelyn's door, my knuckles rapping against the wood in a steady rhythm. I had been knocking for what felt like an eternity, but there was no response. I knew she was inside, deliberately ignoring me. It stung, knowing that she had been giving me the cold shoulder ever since she became Dante's fake Queen.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling within me. It was as if she had forgotten all that I had done to make her position possible. The sacrifices I had made, the risks I had taken. Yet here I was, standing outside her door, facing her silent rejection.

As each minute ticked by, my impatience grew. I pressed my ear against the door, hoping to catch any sound that would indicate she was listening. But all I heard was an eerie silence, mocking my presence.

After what felt like an eternity, Evelyn swung the door open, anger etched across her face. "I am busy," she snapped, her words laced with irritation. But I refused to let her push me