Chapter 169
DRAVEN
"Do you think they're preparing for our funeral by now?" Naren grinned.
"Shh!" Lucien shunned him sharply.
"Why do I feel close to life? We've been feeling different since the last hour," he asked.
"The effect should last for the next twenty-four hours," I reminded him.
He rolled his eyes, "Well, have you tried opening your eyes or moving your body?"
I frowned, "What's it this time?"
"He's mad you pushed his woman away?" Naren grinned.
I frowned further, "'His woman'?"
"At least that's what he calls her," he muttered.
A scoff almost left my lips. I didn't say anything, for the next minute at least.
"Is that what you've been doing instead of trying to find who wants us dead?"
He scoffed, "No one wants us dead, not yet. If they did, we probably would be dead b
