Draven's eyes flickered between Alexander and me. Even as he walked to where we were in the garden, I could sense curiosity rolling off him in waves. When he reached Alexander, he placed his hand across his chest, acknowledging the King's presence. "Your Majesty," he greeted with practiced formality. "You summoned me."
Alexander didn't immediately respond. His gaze remained fixed on me, and his eyes grew darker like he was still dissecting our earlier conversation, searching for answers that I hadn't given him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he tore his gaze away from me and turned to face Draven, his expression hardening into one of icy indifference.
"You were watching Penelope throughout the night," he said with barely restrained fury, "So how did that mark get on her neck?"
