As Rhea was anxiously thinking of a way to prevent Alina from sighting Draven, he had already brushed past her like a possessed person on the verge of attacking it's prey. Rhea's eyes widened in terror.
Without hesitation, she reached out and firmly grasped his hand, yanking him back. She paid no mind to the physical impact he had on her because of the potion, tightening her grip as she gazed up at him. His current expression bore no resemblance to the Draven of minutes before; he appeared consumed by anger. Meeting his gaze head-on, she shook her head firmly and communicated through their connection.
"Do you wish to be killed without seeking vengeance? Do you want to meet your demise without an opportunity to defeat that evil woman? Do you seek to meet your end at the hands of your most formidable enemy?"
