Draven's shoulders rose and fell as his anger multiplied. "Whatever you mean by that!!" He tightened his grip on Edward and furiously flung him away, causing Edward to crash into a table of food.
He stormed towards Avelina and harshly gripped her wrist. He began to walk away towards their guest room in the building.
Avelina, whose face was crumpled in pain at how tightly he was gripping her wrist, hissed. "Draven, you're hurting me."
But Draven wasn't listening. He pulled her along all the way through the passage until they arrived at their room. He pushed open the door, yanked her inside, and slammed the door shut behind them.
He locked the door and turned around to look at Avelina, who was rubbing her sore wrist with confusion evident on her face.
He lowered his head and breathed heavily to calm himself down.
