Chapter 42: Breaking the Walls
Draven froze. He had let his murderous intent leak into his expression for just a fraction of a second.
'Oh! It's Estella! I was not really paying attention to my surroundings.'
She did not move.
Estella looked into his pitch-black eyes. She saw the heavy and suffocating void staring back at her. When she first met Draven, that exact look had terrified her.
But things had changed. She remembered the day he carried her bruised and battered body out of the Cult's underground base.
Her fear had melted into deep admiration. And over these past few weeks, that admiration had grown into something entirely different.
Whenever she was near him, the constant anxiety of her life vanished. She just felt safe. She felt complete.
"Where are you even looking at, you dumbo?!" Estella asked. She waved her free hand in front of his face.
