DRAVEN'S POV
She was doing it again. At this rate, we were practically going in circles.
The way her voice wavered every time she spoke worried me. Every time she made some vague comment about time running out or the cost of taking life for granted, the consequences of not seeing things for what it truly was, of underestimating it, until it was too late, I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me. Something big. And I wasn’t going to let her keep avoiding it. She'd clearly had an experience with these things in the past, and if her behavior was anything to judge by, a very unpleasant one too.
“Vera,” I said, leaning forward slightly to close the space between us. “I need to know what’s going on. You keep dancing around it, but I can’t help you unless you tell me the truth.”
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