Draven balled his fists in anger as he watched Levina and Lucien holding hands and laughing like it was just the both of them in the whole world. Soren bit his tongue to resist the urge to cuss any more than he already has. Lucien picked the worst time to show up and why the fuck did he have to bring Levina with him?
Lucien waved at them, with a wide smile.
"Draven is going to hate me," Levina muttered under her breath. This would be the second time she was choosing Lucien over him, and the look of betrayal on his face made her recoil.
"Why?" Lucien asked.
"He asked me first and I turned him down, only to show up with you. God knows what he would think of me."
Lucien gave her hand a light squeeze. "He might be upset with you, but he doesn't hate you, Draven is not like that," he flashed a small smile to ease her discomfort and from the way her expression relaxed, it worked.
