Meredith.
My feet moved faster than my thoughts as Kira trailed behind me.
Shirtless Draven made it to my memory and refused to leave. I couldn't even remember how I kept my sanity until 4 PM.
It had been a shock and a blow to me realizing that I couldn't play one prank on Draven and succeed with it. I would love to think he was too smart, but Valmora made me know how foolish I was.
After Draven had left my room, I had shuffled my hair roughly in failure, wondering what I had done wrong, when Valmora spoke in my head, pointing out the last part of my text to Draven.
'And what do you think will happen when I finally lay my hands on your little innocent wife?'
"You should never have mentioned it to Draven. That's how he got you," Valmora had said.
She called me a dimwit. And I didn't dare to wonder what she was.
