Draven blinked his eyes open.
He glanced at the clock on the wall to see that it had clocked midnight.
I must have slept... He sat up on the bed and tried to get off, but he was pulled back by Avelina, who was tightly holding onto his wrist.
Draven turned his head, and the minute his gaze fell on Avelina, he went dormant.
She was pale! She was not just any kind of pale, but she was as pale as white. She looked as though she were dead.
"Avelina!" He quickly grabbed a hold of her and lifted her into his arms. The moment he felt her temperature, his eyes dilated in fear.
She was as cold as ice!
"Santino!" Draven shouted, causing Santino, who was standing guard by the door, to flinch, startled.
He hurriedly opened the door and entered, only to halt on his step at the sight of Avelina, who looked as pale as a ghost.
What was going on? Was it happening again? But why was she so pale?
