"I have no wish to snatch your remaining days with your mate so you better spend every precious second with her instead of fighting with me. You might regret wasting your time."
Draven closed his eyes briefly as he let go of Morpheus.
"You took advantage of her," he spoke in a low, dangerous tone.
"You know me better than that. At most, it was a lapse of judgment. Things happened that way as she was seeing a hallucination," Morpheus said with a wry smile.
Morpheus was not an idiot, and though at that moment he thought it was a good dream, a dream was still a dream. He knew better than to live within the delusion brought about by Ember's confession.
"That little female…She said something which was meant for you. I knew it was too good to be true to be directed to me, but I was the lucky one to hear it. You missed your chance."
Draven's forehead creased. "What did she say?"
