Chapter 85

Draven’s POV

I pushed open the door to Thea’s chamber and took in the sight of her slumped on the edge of the bed, her back turned to me. She didn’t even glance my way, lost in some private reverie. Then she trembled softly and her gaze dropped to the dagger in her hand. She held it up, staring at the gleam of its blade as though debating something terrible. My heart stopped when she lifted that razor-sharp steel to her throat—my blood turned to ice.

“Thea!” I shouted, hurling myself across the room.

Before she could draw the blade across her skin, I seized her wrist, wrenching the dagger away. It slipped from her fingers but not before nicking my own wrist. The blade bit into me, and blood welled up, staining my shirt and splattering the wooden floor.

“Oh, my goddess, Draven, are you all right?” Thea cried, leaping to her feet. Her tear-swollen brown eyes were frantic as she pressed a trembling cloth to my wrist. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean for you t