|Draven's POV|
|Flashback - 15 Years Ago|
The Young estate is different from ours. Smaller, but warmer. There's laughter here, the scent of something sweet baking in the kitchen, and a kind of lightness that doesn't exist in my house.
I keep my hands tucked behind my back, standing beside my parents as they talk to Mr. and Mrs. Young. My father's voice is deep and commanding, my mother's polite but distant. They are talking about things I don't care about—business, deals, responsibilities. Things I'll have to care about someday.
But not today.
Today, I'm staring at the open doors that lead outside, where I can hear the sound of children laughing.
Elias is already gone. My little brother never hesitates the way I do. He and Lilliana were pulled outside by Casmira Young, the daughter
