Chapter 18
Zeraphine’s POV
By the time I stepped into Draven’s quarters, my body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore. I leaned against the door, pressing my palms flat against it, and closed my eyes for a moment. My head was spinning.
Varin’s words still lingered, circling like vultures. “You’re a coward.” “You’re hiding behind Draven.” Every word hit me where it hurt, reopening wounds I thought had healed.
I hated that he could still do this to me. I hated that his voice lived rent-free in my head.
“Rough night?”
I jumped at the sound of Draven’s voice. My hand flew to my chest as I turned sharply. “Damn it, Draven! Can you not?”
He was sitting on the couch, looking far too casual for someone who enjoyed stirring chaos. His jacket was draped over the armrest, and his shirt sle
