Draven's pov

I had known my father was many things— ruthless, cruel, impossible to reason with, but being the reason I lost Lucero… that was something I wasn't ready to face.

My hands tightened around the bouquet, petals crushing under my grip. I could feel my jaw clenching, muscles tense, as anger and fear twisted together in a bitter knot inside me.

Every memory of Lucero— his laughter, his loyalty, the way he had always been my anchor flashed through my mind. And now, knowing my ...