Chapter 43

• *~Draven~*
• Control? I had it…usually. Even when blindsided so when I say nothing prepared me for the sight of Riley leaving my bedroom—nothing prepared me.
• Two things. Number one: I hadn’t expected to be confronted with the side of her that had drawn me in that night at the club. Luscious dark hair teased her shoulders, the damp stands falling over her face on their own accord. And those eyes…they were perfection. Those whisky-coloured orbs were fit for a siren.