FORTY-SEVEN

Draven instructed Smythe to take me home, and then he was gone to be with Heather. I knew this because I’d seen her name pop up when his phone rang as we left the dungeons. Three times. And I knew he needed to finish since I didn’t give him a release when he took me on that table earlier.

I stayed up and thought of all the things Zayden said to me and I wondered why Draven still let him live. He should have killed him once and for all. I won’t deny being scared or that his threats did not get to me. Draven said those would be my last words to Zayden, but I knew Zayden was still very much alive. If he were dead, I’ll feel it through the mate bond.

I didn’t dread death as much as I dreaded what will become of me if Zayden makes it out of that cell and finds me. I tried to convince myself that there was no way he could escape, but when I remember the look in his eyes, I shuddered and wondered if perhaps I was underestimating Zayden. He lacked common sense, and if he could put himself in