Elena POV

I looked around the room full of council members, warriors and Poppy.

She had been allowed to attend the marking ceremony on account of being my personal maid.

The witch doctor circled a bowl that I strongly suspected was full of alcohol round Draven’s head and mine. Then she dropped the bowl between us and asked us to wipe each other’s hands.

Draven did mine first. He held my hands tenderly as if he was afraid I would break and wiped them with the small piece of cloth he’d ...