Draven didn’t say a word. His silence was all the confirmation I needed.
The room swayed, and for a second, I thought I might fall. But I caught myself, pressing my hand against the cool stone pillar to ground me. I couldn’t collapse now. Not here. Not in front of them.
“I don’t know, Ravenna,” Draven finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “This was never the plan. I didn’t want it to go this far.”
A hollow laugh escaped Ravenna’s lips. “You didn’t want it to go this far? Draven, you’ve wanted this for as long as I have. You wanted power, and now it’s within your grasp. Are you really going to let your guilt over Zerra stop you?”
His silence hung in the air like a knife, ready to drop. And I was standing right underneath it.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to storm in there and rip them both apart. But something stopped me—a voice in my head, whispering that I needed to stay calm, that this wasn’t the moment. No, I would have my time to confront them, but it wasn’t now.
Instead, I listened.