Adriana's POV
"Now that I've gained your attention," I started, turning to face Draven. He was now wearing black and grey joggers; shirtless, might I add, but focus, Adriana.
"No s**t," he grumbled, making my eyebrows knot in annoyance.
"Did you do anything to Francis or not?"
"You don't have to concern yourself about him! If anything, you should be grateful I let him live after what he did to you!" he suddenly snapped. But for some reason, I was more relieved than scared.
"Thank God. So he's alive," I breathed, pressing my lips into a thin line when Draven shot me a deadly glare. If looks could kill, I would have been dead a long time ago.
"Shut up, Adriana, you're working on my last nerve," he growled.
I turned away and went silent, not exactly intimidated by his w
