Avelina glanced at his extended hand and lifted her eyes to look at his face. "What do you seek?"
If she is to agree to his proposal, then she might as well know what she is getting into.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Draven took a deep breath and made his way to the couch. He sat down and interlocked his, pale fingers as he crossed his legs.
"Revenge!"
"Huh?" Avelina furrowed her brow, thoroughly surprised.
Revenge? On his family?
Draven stared at her and exhaled, averting his gaze. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and asked, "The rumors about me...do you believe it?"
Avelina pondered for a few moments before shrugging. "I don't know you, so I can't say if I believe it or not. It may be true, and it may also not be true."
Draven arched his brow at her, having expected her to give him no answer at all. He scratched his chin as he scrutinized her, deep in thought.
