Chapter 14
-Draven’s POV-
The phone rang three times before my best friend picked up. I ran a hand through my hair, staring out of the window of my room. The familiar cold winter air blasted through the cracks, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me. I needed to talk to someone, and who better than Rhys, my closest friend?
“Draven,” Rhys’s voice sounded groggy, like I had woken him from a deep sleep. “What the hell’s going on? It’s late.”
“Yeah, sorry, but I need to talk,” I said, my voice strained with frustration. I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms, trying to get my thoughts in order.
“Now you’ve got me curious.” Rhys’s voice sharpened. “You know I’m not a fan of being woken up, but if it’s important, talk.”
I hesitated for a moment. Where should I even begi
