Ember was petrified on his lap, her mind blanked out after hearing his sharp demand.
Hearing Draven's dignified voice with their faces mere inches away from each other made her freeze like a little rabbit facing the most terrifying wolf. Feeling his red eyes on her, not only her breath, even her own heart seemed to have stopped for a second.
With her body being so close to him, even sitting on his lap with his hot breath fanning over her head, brushing lightly against the side of her face, Ember should have burst into panicked tears as she called out in her heart for those who she knew.
'Elder Leeora…Morpheus…I-I…'
Perhaps because she was in too much shock, or because she believed in Leeora's and Morpheus' words of assurance, she was able to somehow appear calmer than her real emotions.
