HAZEL’S POV
I had just finished tying the last strand of my hair into a ponytail when the door opened.
Dravon stepped in.
His hair was still wet, droplets of water sliding down the dark strands and falling onto his shoulders. A loose satin robe hung around him, barely tied.
“Hazel… you’re ready already?” he asked, a smile forming as his eyes moved from my face down to my boots.
“Of course,” I said, adjusting my cloak. “We need to arrive in Aldridge early. The fewer people around, the better.”
He nodded and reached for the black cloak he had thrown over a nearby rock. As he pulled off the wet garment underneath, I quickly turned away, my heart skipping in a way I didn’t want to admit.
Sharing a mind link with Dravon was dangerous enough.
He already knew when my thoughts betrayed me.
