|Draven's POV|
The soft hum of the elevator feels deafening in the silence between Casmira and me. She's standing beside me, her arms crossed, her head held high, but I can see through the cracks in her composed façade. The determined set of her jaw and the way her fingers tap a restless rhythm against her elbow give her away. She's not as unaffected as she wants to appear.
I steal a glance at her. Even in her apparent annoyance, she's stunning. The dim light of the elevator reflects off her skin, highlighting the slight flush of frustration on her cheeks. She's been fuming ever since Donovan's name popped up earlier. I've pieced together enough to know that he's trouble for her—someone she constantly has to fight to stay ahead of.
As the elevator dings, signaling our arrival at the par
