I had spent days convincing myself that distance was the safest choice, and yet every morning when I woke in my old chambers, the first thing I thought about was Draven.
I hated that.
I hated that I could still remember the warmth of his body beside mine, and I hated even more that I missed waking up beside him.
After everything that had happened with Vivienne, I knew I needed space, because trusting Draven again wasn't something I could force myself to do simply because he had explained the truth. I believed him when he said Vivienne had drugged him, but the image I had seen had still carved itself into my mind, and some wounds didn't disappear simply because the truth had been uncovered.
That morning, I washed my face, brushed my hair, and dressed before joining Lyra for breakfast, b
