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One corner of his mouth lifted. “You didn’t seem like the type who needed rescuing.”
Smart. He was careful with his words.
I tilted my head slightly. “Then why are you here, Draven?”
His eyes narrowed just a fraction at the sound of his name. Not surprise. Interest.
“We had an agreement,” he said after a beat. “But when I heard what happened to you… I wasn’t certain if it was true. Or if it was an act.”
I frowned faintly. “An act?” You think I’m faking this?” I asked softly.
He studied me closely now, more alert than before. “Talk of you is circulating,” he said. “Across packs. Whispers. Fear. Curiosity.” His eyes gleamed. “I must commend you. Whatever you’re doing...it’s working.”
A slow smile curved my lips.
I gathered the sheet tighter around my body and slid off the bed
