|Draven's POV|
The drive back to my penthouse is suffocating. Elias's words replay in my mind, a reminder of the precarious balance I'm trying to maintain. Casmira has no idea what she's been pulled into, no inkling of the blood that stains my hands or the shadows that follow me.
She doesn't need to know.
As the city lights blur past, my thoughts drift back to her—those tear-filled eyes, her trembling voice as she revealed the pain she's carried for years. It ignites something primal within me, a need to shield her from the darkness of this world. But how do I protect her when I am the darkness?
When I step out of the elevator and into my penthouse, I find it cold and empty, a stark contrast to the fire Casmira's presence ignites within me. I loosen my tie and pour a glass of scotch, s
