Chapter 12 Eleven

• "Wait. That's it? What about me?" The words burst out before she could stop them.
• Draeven came to an abrupt halt. His broad shoulders lifted slightly as he inhaled, as if debating whether to acknowledge her. Then, exhaling slowly, he turned. His mismatched eyes locked onto her, sharp and assessing. With a few swift strides, he closed the distance between them.
• Startled, Avelyn instinctively took a step back, but the intensity in his gaze pinned her in place.