Chapter 116
Draven’s POV
The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows against the stone walls of my chambers, but I barely noticed. The dim glow wavered, the flames swaying with each shift of air, but none of it held my attention.
My mind was elsewhere—tangled in thoughts I couldn’t shake, thoughts that had taken root the moment I sensed her presence.
She had been here.
I felt it.
The scent of wild rain and something uniquely hers still lingered in the air, faint but unmistakable. It wasn’t overpowering, just a whisper of familiarity that curled around me, tugging at something deep in my chest.
Zeraphine.
Her name echoed in my mind, a silent invocation of something unfinished. Something unresolved.
Had she come to see me? Had she stood outside that door, hesitating, debating w
