Chapter 54
Draven’s POV
Zeraphine didn’t look at me. Not once. Her focus was entirely on Pearl, Tristan, and the others at our table. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I should feel relieved or insulted. My wolf had no such confusion.
“She’s showing strength,” it rumbled, almost with pride.
Strength or not, her indifference felt like a blade twisting in my chest.
She offered polite smiles, exchanged a few nods, and then turned to walk back to her table. Her movements were calm, controlled—graceful in a way that demanded attention. I couldn’t stop myself from watching her, as if she had cast some spell over me.
Tristan’s voice shattered the moment like a breaking glass.
“Why do I feel like there’s something going on between you two?”
I jerked my gaze away from Zeraphine, turning to him
