|Draven’s POV|
I stand in the doorway, watching Casmira as she furiously types on her laptop, her fingers moving faster than I can process. Her mind is working at full speed, but I know from experience that the storm brewing inside her is about more than just this ridiculous media scandal. It's deeper than that.
Her lips press together into a thin line, her jaw clenched. I don't need to be a mind reader to know that her anxiety is feeding off the latest headlines. She's been putting up a façade for hours now—cool, calm, collected—but I can see the cracks. She's not okay, and it's driving me insane that I can't do more to help her.
I glance at the door again, trying to shake off the unease that lingers in the air. The strange movement I saw earlier, the shadow in the hallway—it's still e
