~ CAIN ~

I’m already halfway out of my chair when Draven’s hand clasps my wrist.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks.

I glance down at him, frowning. "I have something I need to check out. The real question is, why are you looking at me like that, and why is your palm wrapped around my wrist?"

Draven releases me and leans back. "I noticed you getting distracted and figured it was time to bring you back to the ...