Chapter 167
I stood still. I didn't breathe. Couldn't.
Draven stared up at me, those dark soulless eyes piercing right into mine.
His brow flickered, and he moved his arms off the table, his robes dragging with him.
He didn't speak. Didn't need to.
His expressions alone said everything needed to see.
"I.. um.." I could feel my face reddening. Not because I was flustered. But because I was actually suffocating. Perhaps dying.
He finally spoke, and when he did—his words reverberated throughout the halls. "The door's that way,"
I nodded, blinking continuously. "Ye—yes," I said, and turned at once.
I couldn't embarrass myself, so I didn't run or sprint like I badly wanted to. Instead, I walked, counting my steps, taking one leg carefully after the other.
And when I finally walked out
