VERA'S POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands, unsure of where to begin. The silence in the room was as heavy as anything you could possibly think of, but I knew this conversation couldn’t wait any longer. Finally, I gestured for Draven to join me. He raised a brow in curiosity, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes, but after a moment, he sighed and walked over, taking a seat beside me.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to dive in. You know what they say, just rip off the band aid. “Do you know if Ashwood and White Shadow ever shared a border at any point in history?” I asked, already feeling stupid for even asking the question in the first place.
Draven frowned, his confusion obvious on his face. “Shared a border?” he repeated, as if the idea itself was absurd, whic
