Chapter 39

• “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.