Kevin misread Draven's tension as simple seriousness and trailed him into the corridor.
The moment the door shut, Draven didn't waste time. "Has Sallie ever mentioned anything about St. Chaim's to you?"
Kevin stopped short, light reflecting off his glasses. "Why this sudden curiosity?" Wariness crept into his tone. After two years of complete indifference, Draven's unexpected concern felt off.
He pushed his glasses up. "Draven, if you damage Jill, don't count on our childhood bond to protect you."
Draven jerked back like he'd been slapped. "What? That situation with Sallie ended years ago. I was just some clueless kid who couldn't tell friendship from love."
His tone grew steel-hard. "There's only one woman I love now, and that's Jill."
Kevin knew that expression—Draven had displayed it years back when professing his feelings for Sallie. Now he'd simply switched targets.
