There on the bed, with his dark hair tousled all over, Draven lay with Avelina resting on top of him. He looked to be enjoying his sleep because not only were his wings unfurled, but his hands and legs were spread out as well, like a child having the greatest sleep of his or her life.
Santino knew his young master well, and his young master was not a bad sleeper. He always sleeps in one position like a corpse, to the point that even the bed appears very neat and fixed as though it has not been slept on. So, what he was looking at now was quite bizarre. He looked like a different person from the usual him.
"Wow…" Santino commented in a hushed tone.
Without uttering another word, he took a step back out of the room and slammed the door shut, his face still wielding a look of incredulity.
