Draven’s POV
The air in the hall felt heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. The elders sat in their usual spots, their faces calm but strict, their silence louder than any words. Everyone who had been summoned stood still, waiting, but I could barely focus.
My arms were crossed tightly over my chest, but it wasn’t just to keep still—it was to hold myself together. My mind kept wandering back to last night, back to her.
Zeraphine.
Her face stayed in my thoughts, the pain in her eyes cutting through me like a knife. I couldn’t forget the way she looked at me, every glance filled with hurt, every word trembling with anger. I couldn't even try to see if she had also been invited for this meeting. I was scared to see her right now.
I had hurt her.
That
