DRAVON’S POV
I woke up to the chirping of birds outside my window. The morning light streamed in through the thin curtains, forcing my eyes open as I groaned softly. For two days now, I had been living in an inn not too far from where I worked. The unfamiliar room felt cold and empty, nothing like Morwenna’s house.
I sat up quickly and headed for the bathroom. As the water poured over my skin, my thoughts drifted, as they always did, to Hazel.
I knew she would be fine. She was in the safe hands of Morwenna. Still, the worry refused to leave me. It sat heavy in my chest, tightening every time I imagined her alone, confused, wondering why I had stayed away.
The truth was simple and cruel. I was afraid.
Ever since she kissed me that night, something inside me had shifted. The inferno had
