Avelina's nose twitched.
"Draven!" she exclaimed. Shockingly, she had unknowingly retained Draven's scent, meaning that as long as he was where she was, she could immediately tell. He was in the house, and she knew, so without hesitation, she began to look for him.
"Draven…" She looked around the house and finally stopped in front of a door to the guest room. She could hear his voice, although it was quite low.
She grabbed the handle and slightly opened the door. She poked her head in and peeked, only to halt at the sight of Draven, a middle-aged man, and someone lying on the bed.
She furrowed her brows. "Valentine?..." Her voice was barely audible.
Draven turned his head to look at her. Instinctively, Avelina pulled back and shut the door. Should she have gone inside?
"He definitely saw me." She batted her eyes and proceeded to tiptoe away, but Draven opened the door, causing her to stop.
