Chapter 32
Draven’s POV
The night air was colder than I expected as we walked back to the field. The cheers from the crowd still echoed in the distance, but they felt far away now. For some reason, I felt lighter, like something had shifted. And it had nothing to do with the games or the title.
Zeraphine walked beside me, her pace matching mine, but I could tell she was lost in thought. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. My mind was still reeling from everything she had said, from the way she had looked at me under the stars. I wasn’t used to this—feeling like I was on the edge of something important.
“So,” I began, trying to break the silence. “What now?”
She glanced at me, her expression thoughtful. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” I hesitated, unsure how to explain. “
