Draven's pov

“What truth?” I asked, my voice low but trembling. My chest tightened, and a cold knot of fear formed in my stomach. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms.

Elaris didn’t answer right away. She tilted her head, eyes sharp as daggers, as if weighing whether I was strong enough to handle what she was about to say. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, each beat echoing like a warning.

“You think you know her,” she said slowly, her words ...