Draven had to act quickly to stop Vlad from making a scene. He placed a hand on Vlad's shoulder, holding him back from approaching Rhiannon who stood and wasn't even facing them.
"Vlad, calm yourself," Draven whispered, his voice low and firm. "You'll only frighten the girl with such an appearance."
Vlad's eyes blazed with anger, and he shrugged off Draven's hand. "How dare you touch me!" he snapped, in a low tone, his words sharp and cold.
Draven could see few eyes on them and the effect of Rhiannon's closeness to the tied boy was having on him, and he knew he had to diffuse the situation quickly.
"Vlad, please," he said, his tone pleading. "Don't scare the girl. She's done nothing wrong."
Vlad glared at Draven for a long moment, then finally let out a deep breath. "Fine," he growled. "But don't touch me again." He stood back in his position, his eyes shooting daggers at Rhiannon and Rowan.
