Sophie stood frozen, the words Draven had hurled at her cutting deeper than any blade. You're not worth my time, Sophie. I've questioned what the original Draven saw in you, and honestly? I can't see it. You're just a burden, and I have no use for burdens. The battlefield around her seemed to fade away, the chaos of the ongoing war drowned out by the echo of his voice in her mind. She had expected coldness, perhaps indifference, but not this—this brutal dismissal that left her feeling hollow.