VERA'S POV
The silence in the library after Jaxon left was so much so that one would hear it if a pin dropped all the way in the woods. The sound of my own shallow breaths was all that could be heard as I sat there in Draven’s arms. I shifted uncomfortably, pushing against his chest until he released me. Standing felt like reclaiming a piece of my dignity, and control, even though I knew I must look as flustered as I felt.
Draven’s gaze remained on me as I stood, but he didn’t speak. For once, I appreciated his restraint. From the little I know about him, he wasn't exactly the type to let someone else be in control while he's present in the room. But I was glad he was letting me have this one. I needed space to process what had just happened, and the interruption by Jaxon left an awkwar
