Morpheus felt Ember's emotions strongly—not just through the bond, but through the way her body froze in his arms. Isis' words had clearly affected her.
He held her closer and said in a low, assuring voice, "Ember, don't trust anything she says. She's a wicked woman, and you know it."
Ember didn't respond, her moist, still-shocked gaze fixed on Draven's back, asking herself again and again if she was truly the one who had harmed him. He hadn't denied it when Isis claimed she was Draven's murderer. That meant… it was the truth.
At that moment, Draven turned around and looked at her, their gazes finally meeting.
He looked at her as if it's been an eternity since he saw her. And, he was not wrong to feel that way.
It had been truly an eternity since they were separated in the past, when she was still the same woman he loved the most, even when she stabbed him in his heart.
He missed her.
