As the door closed behind Draven's departing figure, his final words echoing in her ears, Alison's fingers clenched the pillow beneath her. She was seething with resentment, her mind filled with curses for the man who had momentarily turned into a monster.
"Bastard! I wish I could kill you," she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes burning with a fiery rage.
But as her anger poured out, a sudden realization washed over her, like a cool breeze cutting through the heat of her emotions. Draven had uttered a phrase that had passed by her in the turmoil of the moment: "Listen, do it quickly."
Her cursing ceased abruptly as Alison's expression shifted from anger to deep thought. Her brow furrowed as she replayed Draven's words in her mind.
"Did Draven say something precious?" She murmured to herself, her eyes narrowing in concentration. "Did I hear it right? What is the precious thing?"
