Cressida watched from the shadows like a leopard waiting to spring, her eyes fixed upon her prey, waiting for the perfect moment to step forward as his savior.
But Draven proved sharper than she had expected. He was not so foolish as to lie there helpless.
By the time Cressida reached him, the room was in chaos, tables overturned, drinks spilled everywhere.
Daphne was already there, fighting furiously against the men who meant to harm him.
Cressida's eyes flickered. She stepped through the confusion, seized Draven by the arm, and pulled him swiftly out into the night.
A sharp autumn wind cut through the air.
Draven gasped, his senses clearing slightly. He looked up at her, his gaze steady upon her face, this woman, so calm, so beautiful, so impossibly distant.
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