Avelina groaned. "I am very scared, Draven."
"I know. And you should be, but being afraid will not do anything or solve it. That is why you have to try and survive instead of being scared," Draven said to her.
Avelina lifted her head and glanced at him. "Well, I guess—"
"Young master." Santino's voice reverberated. "You are needed in the meeting room."
Avelina looked at Draven, a bit perplexed. "Is something wrong?"
Draven shrugged, clueless.
"I don't know."
He stood up to his feet and grabbed Avelina's hand. "Come, let's go."
Avelina nodded and exited the room with him.
They settled down in the meeting hall with the others. Draven glanced around. His nose twitched as he could catch a familiar scent approaching the hall.
The door of the hall opened, and a man, Mr. Bennet stepped in. Following behind him was Aedion.
