Draven POV
I hated it.
The pristine halls full of families with dull faces as they talked in low tones. The way their shoulders hunched into their chests as they waited on benches for the doctor’s diagnosis.
I hated it.
The sterile air that plagued the hallways and the smell of disinfectant that burned my nostrils every time I made the mistake of inhaling deeply.
I hated it.
The way people glanced at me only to immediately look away once they realized who I was. The naked curiosity hidden beneath their lowered heads and feigned calmness.
But most of all, I hated the way she always pushed me away at the first sign of trouble. As if there was nothing I could do for her. As if I was useless.
‘How pathetic,’ Ash sneered in my mind as I raked my hand through my hair, my claws itching to
