Chapter 155

Draven’s POV

I handed my horse over to the warriors, already longing for the castle’s comforting warmth. Night had fallen long ago when I returned from the Council’s castle, and worry weighed heavily on my heart. I yearned to see Maeve—her tear-streaked face burned into my memory since our tense Council meeting. That cruel silence in our mind-link gnawed at me constantly.

I hurried through the castle’s familiar corridors, my footsteps echoing against the stone walls. My pulse raced to match the frantic thoughts swirling in my mind. Aria had assured me Maeve was safe in her chambers, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

At last, I reached Maeve’s door and pushed it open with a silent prayer. She lay curled up on her bed, dressed now in one of her gowns. Relief washed over me. I loc