Suspicions

It was a little after eight when I went back to Draven's room. He was lying in his bed, with nothing but thin bedsheets covering his delicious body. He woke up once I entered, and tried to urge me to join him with a teasing smile… until he thoroughly scanned my face and noticed my mortified stare.

I told him about Sariel going missing and Elora making herself a regent. I tried to stay calm while describing the entire situation, but my trembling hands betrayed that I was miles from being composed. Draven pulled me to sit on the bed beside him and put his arms around me. He gently urged me to place my head on his shoulder, and once I did, he stroked my hair until my body stopped shivering. It felt strange. This morning I received more warmth and sincere affection than throughout the entire night I spent with him. His lips were curved into a caring smile, but his eyes flashed with something I had never seen in him: restlessness. I doubted that he was concerned with Sariel