Chapter 50
Draven’s POV
The door slammed shut behind Zeraphine, her scent lingering in the air like a ghost refusing to leave. I stood frozen, staring at the empty doorway, my chest tight and my heart pounding.
She heard it. She heard me call her no one.
My hands curled into fists at my sides, the words replaying in my head, cruel and cutting. What possessed me to say that? I knew the second it left my mouth that I had made a terrible mistake.
No one.
She wasn’t no one. She was everything.
I sank into the nearest chair, resting my elbows on my knees, and buried my face in my hands. The memory of her face—how it twisted in pain and disbelief—was seared into my mind. Her voice echoed, sharp and cold, but trembling with heartbreak.
“You have a betrothed?”
I groaned, dragging my hands
