"Draven…" Avelina looked at him. Why was he standing still and gazing at her as though he hadn't seen her in such a long time?
Draven exhaled softly, his eyes sparkling as if admiring her.
Avelina flickered her lashes and slowly stood up from the bed. She proceeded to walk towards him, but Draven appeared before her in the blink of an eye. He grabbed hold of her, pulling her into his arms.
Avelina was startled by this. She could smell alcohol from him. Was he drunk?
"D-Draven, what's wro—" Her eyes dilated instantly, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin the second she felt him bury his face in her neck, his cold breath fanning against her skin.
"I…I've missed you, Avelina. Very much, all of a sudden, but I do not understand why," Draven mumbled.
Avelina's heart skipped a beat.
