DRAVEN'S POV
Anger has always been something I tried to control. It was because of this self control I am feared and respected but some people tend to forget their place.
I watched as Cara left my office. She looked flustered and her face was a slight shade of pink. I could faintly smell her lavender scent in my nose. It calmed me but Tessa was hell bent on seeing my worst today.
Forceful dragging my arm out of hers, I stepped back with my hands in my pocket, and spared her a glance.
“What the hell, Draven? How could you let her get so close to you? Have you forgotten the pact you made with my father? You're to be my husband.” Her words came out fast and sharp. So loud I felt like using my claws to stitch her mouth shut.
“Why are you here?” My tone was deep and cold. She irritated me
