"Draven," she whispered, her hand reaching toward the younger Draven. Unlike her husband, who had cold dark eyes, this younger Draven's eyes were bright and full of happiness. It was as if she could feel that this was truly the Draven she knew.
However, Draven seemed not to notice her, his gaze fixed on her doppelganger.
The girl on the bed scowled, rolled her eyes, and turned away. "I told you to stop sneaking in. No gentleman would woo a lady by creeping through her window," they even sounded alike? Madeline blinked.
Draven chuckled, looking down at her. "I already told you, I'm no gentleman. I'm a vampire who only ventures in through your window at night."
The woman growled, glaring at him.
Madeline tried to speak, but her voice came out as a whisper. Suddenly, darkness began to envelop her, much like when she first fell into this slumber.
