|Casmira's POV|
I don't move from the sofa even after I hang up. I can't. The emotional weight of my uncle and aunt's visit has left me wrung out, and all I want to do is disappear into my blankets and shut the world out.
But I know Draven is coming.
The thought alone unnerves me, and I stand abruptly, swiping at my tear-streaked face as I rush toward my bedroom. I glance at myself in the mirror. Red-rimmed eyes, disheveled brown hair, and a robe that does little to hide my emotional vulnerability. I look weak. And I hate looking weak.
I wash my face with cold water, hoping to erase any signs of my breakdown, but my reflection remains haunted. My emotions are still too raw to hide.
The sound of the elevator dinging makes me freeze.
Draven.
I close my eyes for a moment, b
