VERA'S POV
My brows were furrowed in confusion as I climbed the stairs behind Draven, following him into the room. He stopped by the window, staring out into the direction of the woods, his posture tense. The sight of him standing there, silent and motionless, caused my frown to deepen as my confusion quickly shifted to worry. First he'd practically dismissed me back downstairs earlier without any explanation, and now he was looking deeply troubled, lost in thought.
Something was wrong. And I had been too busy mouthing off to him earlier to notice it.
I approached him carefully, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Draven, are you alright? Is something wrong?”
At first he stiffened at my touch, his shoulders tensing up visibly. Then he sighed slowly turning to face me, his expression softe
