XXVI - "I'm not going to marry you anymore, Draven."

My heart began to beat wildly, as I watched in terror as Dax changed without a care in the world and Draven was already on his way up the stairs.

In a few short seconds, I fixed myself and cleaned up where the sample of what I shouldn't have done on the couch was left; they were moments of great terror, which a man like Dax did not perceive, since in his mind there was no remorse and he was not afraid to face anyone who crossed him.

He hid behind the front door as if that was the solution and he signaled me to be quiet, breathe and sit down, as if nothing had happened.

His look was calm, as if he was prepared for any action and I feared I was endangering Draven.

The door opened cutting my breath for a second and the small lamp next to the door lit up, it was a minimal presence, but it was enough to let my presence be noticed and he was surprised for a second.

"God, Amy, you scared me," he said, setting things down on the couch, "Honey, are you okay, you look strange. After wha