Draven was silent for a while. "Honestly, I don't know. I just love her, Cleo. And don't think you have to change yourself for anyone, not even me," he lowered his voice as he spoke with concern.
"I don't want your pity, Draven," a lone strand of tear raced down her cheek.
"I don't pity you. I think highly of you, and hence I expect more," he turned and walked away.
She stared at his receding back, gritting her teeth and cursing Levina for ever entering their lives. Draven would never have spoken to her like that, much less turn her down. But he did all because of Levina.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, with renewed conviction. Levina would not get away with messing up her relationship with Draven.
...
Night had fallen faster than Levina wanted it to. Drunk from laughter and one too many apples, she had gotten lost in the evening and lost track of time.
