AGATHA
“What did you say?” I stammered nervously.
“Nothing!” Draven replied irritably, his eyebrows almost touching.
I am confused by Draven’s behavior. It’s always like this. His mood was constantly changing. One moment he’s sweet, and the next moment, like now, he treats me coldly.
Draven stood up angrily and approached his desk, grabbing the phone and pressing a button on the intercom.
“Is everything ready?” a man on the other end asked, sounding grumpy.
“Bring me the heads of those animals, Brady! I don’t care if they’re dead or alive. I will make them experience the cruel punishment for their audacity of attempting to enter my penthouse earlier!”
Draven’s anger couldn’t be hidden in his voice. I felt a chill go through me as I heard him. Some unfortunate being will experience t
