VERA'S POV
The questions didn’t leave after Anton walked away; if anything, they only seemed to multiply. Something about him just had questions of different types and colours flooding my head. His eyes, his demeanor—there was a history there, something I couldn’t put my finger on. Draven’s casual attitude only added to my confusion.
“What do you think of him?” Draven asked as we turned to head back inside.
I hesitated, not wanting to voice the odd feeling brewing in my gut. “He seems... capable,” I said carefully, though my tone betrayed the curiosity I felt deep down. “But are you sure you’ve met him before? He didn’t seem to recognize you, Draven.”
Draven’s jaw tensed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “We’ve met, Vera. I thought I already told you that.” he said shortly.
