Dravina POV

I awoke alone. The memories of the night before clung to the room like a whisper soft, unspoken, and undeniable. The coarse texture of the sheets against my bare skin was the only physical trace left of what had passed between Malrik and me.

I should’ve felt guilt. Maybe even shame. But instead, a slow, unmistakable thrill stirred in my chest. His voice echoed in my mind raw, certain, possessive. “I won’t let you go.”

Whether it had been a promise or a momentary surge of ...