Chapter 185: New Sitting Position
Meredith.
Stepping out of my bedroom, I nearly walked straight into a broad chest.
My heart jumped a beat before settling when I realised it was Draven, also on his way downstairs.
"Good morning," I greeted quickly, before my courage slipped away.
He looked at me — really looked, as though weighing my mood — then his gaze eased.
"Morning," he replied, his tone even, as if yesterday’s disagreement over that pregnant human woman had never happened.
I could almost see the tiny spark of surprise in his dark eyes.
Of course, he would be surprised; he must have thought I’d spend the morning sulking or giving him cold shoulders.
But truly, I had already fought that battle last night — between Valmora’s hard truths and my own tangled feelings.
And the truth was: Draven wasn’t wrong, even if I didn’t fully like it.
I chuckled inwardly at the look on his face, then fell into step behind him as we made our way down the stairs, the echo of our footsteps following us into the wide, polished corridor.
The morning air inside the house smelled faintly of freshly baked bread and the lingering scent that always clung to Draven.