Avelina scowled at him.
"I have no need for it, nor do I want people to assume that I'm married when I am not. That only forces away any suitable suitors that might come for me." She smirked at him.
Draven eyes immediately sparked up, suddenly burning brighter than they normally would. One could not tell if he was angered by her statement, but his grip on her hand had tightened, causing Avelina to hiss in a slight bit of pain.
"Wear it… Avelina." He spoke with gritted teeth.
Avelina raised her brow at him. "I. Said. No," she adamantly emphasized.
"I will not wear it even if you break my hand!" She looked at her wrist, which he was tightly holding onto.
Draven immediately let go of her and stood up to his feet. "You must hate me now."
"Perhaps." Avelina shrugged, standing up from the sofa. "Let me ask you something. Did you ever wonder why you are alone?"
Draven gazed at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
