HAZEL'S POV
“Sylthara.”
Dravon’s voice cut through the air.
Sharp.
Controlled.
But I could feel the anger beneath it.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tight as he stared at her like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless.
Something dangerous.
I stepped closer to him without thinking and placed my hand gently on his shoulder.
His body was tense.
Too tense.
“Dravon…” I said softly.
For a moment, he didn’t move.
Then slowly, I felt the tension in him ease just a little.
Not gone, but at least it subsided
Sylthara watched the entire thing.
Her golden eyes flicked from his face… to my hand on him.
Something shifted in her expression.
Small.
But noticeable.
“Are you going to fight me because of her?” she asked calmly faking emotion.
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