Lilah’s POV-
“Draven!” My hoarse voice called out louder than I expected after waking up from crying myself to sleep.
He was right there in front of me. He looked just like he did when I last saw him, but I know better. This may be Draven’s body, but it is certainly not Draven in control of his body. He had reached out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. When he did that, that is how I knew it wasn't Draven at the wheel. It was Einar. I couldn’t feel the sparks of the mate bond.
I moved backwards quickly, crashing on to the floor, knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped, “Stay away from me, Einar.”
“Aw, is that any way to talk to your mate,” he retorted, sounding just like Draven.
“Stop pretending to be Draven. You are not him, and you will never be him. Draven is my mat
