Diana’s POV
I was shaking before I even stepped past the compound gates. My blood felt like ice in my veins, yet I was burning alive inside, a feverish chill threading down my spine. Beneath the glow of a flickering streetlamp just outside Draven’s estate, I stood trembling, fragile as a leaf caught in a storm.
My legs couldn't hold me anymore, I sank to the curb, folding into myself, knees hugged tightly to my chest. Blood, warm and tacky, had dried across my collarbone, stiffening the fabric of my dress.
The wind whispered through the trees, tugging my hair like invisible fingers, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. My hands were still trembling from when I’d called Eva. I’d dialed her ten minutes ago. She said she was nearby, just picking something up for her mum, but now… now it felt l
