"Hope, I am glad you didn't follow my plan and came to rescue my ass, but now is not the time to disagree with me." Drake intended for his voice to sound assertive, but it was almost as if he begged her. "You should go to Springwood Castle and relax. In a few days, I will be there too. A week at most."
Drake and Hope were in the Golden Draconian Palace's dining room. They were alone because no one had yet arrived for supper. Others might have believed they were arguing, but their squabbling gave them both a good sensation. This was how they communicated with one another, and they both liked it.
