AGATHA
“I’m going home,” Drake said as he was about to turn around.
“Really? I know you wouldn’t come here if you didn’t need anything. It’s not just you simply visiting us to bring us up to the rooftop and have my girlfriend’s waiting chopper, if you don’t have any plans. What do you want this time, Drake?” Draven asked formally as I stood silently beside him, enduring the touch and squeeze of his hand on my waist.
“It’s not necessary anymore,” Drake replied frugally, about to climb onto his chopper, but he paused when he heard what his brother said. “I got the answer to my question.”
I looked at Drake with teary eyes. “Hey, don’t look at me like that, Agatha. I won’t tell Draven that you mentioned where Jamilla is,” the person in front of me responded, making me even more worried bec
