|Casmira's POV|
The door to my office slams shut, rattling the glass panels. I flinch but don't look up. Not until I hear the sharp echo of Draven's departing footsteps fading down the hall.
My hands curl into fists on my desk, nails pressing into my palms. Nothing physical. The words had barely left my lips before the fire in his gaze flickered into something I can't quite decipher—anger? Frustration? Or something deeper, something I don't want to name.
But he agreed. Reluctantly.
And now he's gone.
I exhale shakily and lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if it holds answers.
I have to do this.
This is the only way I can ensure I stay in control. Trust has never been my strong suit. It was stripped from me years ago, burned away by betrayals and disappointments. Drave
