Chapter 17

• *~Draven~*
• I fingered the dessert section of the menu while my mother fidgeted beside me. Marie Thorn was not a woman who was easily riled. Her gaze was hungry and searching despite how far inside the restaurant we were. The entrance was a distant memory from where we’d been seated and yet she aimed a watchful eye towards its direction.
• “Mother,” the menu plopped down on the table, the sound drawing her eyes towards mine.