As the wine entered his stomach, that warmth gradually spread throughout his body, easing the tension that had accumulated in his muscles and leaving him feeling unexpectedly relaxed.
Even the strain he had carried in his shoulders seemed to loosen.
He could still think clearly, yet the tension that usually accompanied every thought had eased, leaving behind a rare sense of comfort that he had almost forgotten existed.
Draven stared at the glass in his hand.
He took another sip.
Then another.
He could not stop himself.
Watching Draven drink, Rynna could no longer contain herself as she quickly reached for her own glass.
She had initially intended to observe his reaction before trying the wine, but the expression on his face had already betrayed everything she needed to know.
She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. Instantly, her eyes widened with disbelief.
"My goodness..."
The words escaped her before she could stop herself.
