Draven's pov

My heart sank as her voice echoed in my head, and my thoughts ran wild.

How on earth was I supposed to say the one thing I’d avoided all my life? My chest felt tight, my thoughts scrambled like leaves in a storm. Every word I could think of sounded wrong.

I opened my mouth, then shut it again. My hands itched to do something or anything but they stayed useless at my sides.

“Go on,” she said, her voice soft but firm. She stood in front of me, hands folded, eyes locked on ...