Elena POV
Without another word, Draven immediately picked me up and carried me out of the secret library, easily navigating past the bookshelves and corners.
Once we were back in his room, he carefully placed me on a chair, not forgetting to set back the painting over the secret door once I was settled in.
He did it slowly, focused and like a man with a lot on his mind.
He wasn’t looking at me so I stayed silent, and just watched him even as my pulse raced.
Whenever I closed my eyes, I could still see her there, bleeding, screaming.
The throbbing in my head seemed to increase every time I thought of her. Which meant it had been steadily increasing every time I since we stepped out of the secret library.
My gaze followed Draven’s movements carefully, as I tried to distract myself
