Draven ruffled Avelina's hair to balance it properly. He tapped her shoulder with a full smile on his face and pulled her into a gentle hug.
"Draven, is Natasha's funeral really tomorrow?"
Draven pulled back to look at her. He nodded, confirming it. "Indeed, it is. Do you feel sorry for her?'
Avelina's face contorted, and she scoffed. "Sorry? For that b*tch? Why would I?"
Draven chuckled and delivered a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "That's what I thought." He grabbed her hand, and they left the room, making their way to the garage where his cars were packed.
He helped her in, took his seat in their driver's spot, and drove off onto the road. Their destination was his estate, where Olive lived with the others. It took about twenty to twenty-five minutes before they arrived.
