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 eyelids, I could still see her there, bleeding, screaming.
My gaze followed his movements carefully, tracing how the veins on his arms stood out as he opened the fridge, the light flexing of his muscles as he unscrewed the cover of a water bottle.
I folded my hands in my lap and looked away as I rearranged
