Draven's pov
I told myself I'd stay away from her.
I told myself it was just strategy,give her space, let her adjust to her new freedom, let her soften on her own. But I was lying to myself, and I knew it.
She was in my veins now, like fire. And fire doesn't cool. It burns until there's nothing left. I missed her pussy so damn bad, the way my cock grinded her mercilessly, sadly she didn't enjoy one bit of it.
I knocked once on her door and stepped in before she answered. My men would say that was suicide. They'd say I was tempting fate, that I should be afraid of her. And maybe I was. But it didn't matter anymore. I had to see her.
She stood by the window again, arms folded across her chest, dressed in black. Her hair was unbound today, a wild halo around her face. She looked like vengeance in human form. Still. Silent. Beautiful. Deadly.
She didn't turn around when she spoke. "You're getting bold, Draven. Or stupid. Maybe both."
