Chapter 39

ESMERAY

“Do you think Donovan has a hand in this?” I heard Vadirr ask as I gently pushed open the door to the room Draven was in, with Duron behind me. The two men turned to face me, Draven’s eyes darkening as they met mine.

He was seated with nothing but his trousers on. His chest was bare, and his left arm bandaged, but asides from that, there was nothing else to indicate that he’d just suffered a gun injury. In fact, he looked even more handsome with his hair falling over his face.

“What is she doing here?” He looked angrily at Duron who shoved his hands into his pockets and pursed his lips.

“She insisted she needed to see you,” he answered. It was evening already, and I’d spent all day worrying about him, yet he took one look at me and acted like I’d been the one to pull the trigger.

“I told you that you mustn’t let her out no matter the situation,” he started to rise from his sitting position “After what happened today, you should know better.”