Chapter 107

Draven’s POV

I pinched the skin on my forehead as I left Maeve’s chamber. I had stayed up all night waiting for her, but she never returned. I thought she might be elsewhere, but she wasn’t in the witches’ quarters, nor with Elysia and Aria, nor in my office.

I strode toward my own chambers as though I were a lunatic deprived of his medication. It was absurd to imagine Maeve had spent the night there—she would never do that—but I was out of ideas. I needed to find her, to know she was somewhere within these castle walls.

I didn’t care if she was still furious with me—she had every right to be. What I’d done was unforgivable. Despite my hatred of the situation, it was entirely my fault. I’d invited the devil herself into my pack and granted her rights over me—rights that belonged solely to Maeve, my mat