Chapter 11: What…Proposal?
Draven let go of Avelina and took a step back.
Avelina lifted her eyes to look at him and nervously bit her lower lip.
"I am sorry..." she mumbled and bent down to pick up his glasses, which had slipped to the floor during the incident.
Her lashes flickered as she examined them, spotting cracks on the lenses. She looked at him and reluctantly handed the glasses over to him.
"It is not broken, but...it’s cracked."
Draven shot a glance at the glasses and took it. "It’s fine," he said.
"Are you hurt?" he inquired with a bit of concern, even though his face held no expression.
Avelina nodded with a cynical look. "I am, thank you. But what about you? Are you okay? You are bleeding, so...are you going to treat—"
"Come with me." Draven abruptly took hold of her hand and began to pull her beside him towards their quarter.