Cassandra’s POV
"Hello, hello, people!" Draven’s obnoxiously loud voice echoed through the room.
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. Was it too much to ask for just five minutes of peace?
What was I even saying? Couldn’t this guy at least just act his age? Even my baby sister, Lana, acted a lot more maturely than he does.
“Draven!” Mom snapped, glaring at him. “For Goddess’ sake, Cassandra could have been sleeping!”
“Sorry, Aunt,” he replied, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “I heard your voices down the hall, and, well, I figured she was awake since you were all yelling loud enough to wake the dead.”
“Still doesn’t justify barging in like that.” Mom’s scowl deepened. “Why are you here, Draven?”
“Oh! Right. Almost forgot.” His expression lit up as if he’d
