Draven did not want to snap at him, so he simply nodded. He entered the room and slammed the door shut.
Reluctant and bewildered, Santino lingered a bit at the door before deciding to leave. He can't really explain it, but he was having a terrible premonition about that night.
Draven ambled to the table and dropped the stack of books. His attention shifted to Avelina, who was fast asleep on the bed, and he gently covered her properly with the duvet.
It was already seven in the morning, and he needed to sleep as well, so he went through the entire process of taking his shower, drying his hair, and changing into his night suit.
However, while he was in the dressing room, the door suddenly creaked open. Six masked men, draped heavily in black clothing, sneaked into their room. Their movement was quiet enough to not initiate any unwanted sounds or alert anyone.
