Angry Draven

Ember's fingers nervously clutched into her skirt as her conviction wavered. Before he arrived, she was thinking about telling him what happened between her and Morpheus, but his sudden appearance made her question whether this would be good for their budding relationship or not. 

"Ah, yes…I want to say something…" 

She tried to keep herself calm, wanting to talk about the situation with him clearly though she was shaking in fear. Not getting a reply from him scared her, but…

Draven's face became icy cold as he watched the various conflicting emotions appear on her face. Seeing her look like she had committed a sin, his imagination ran wild, guessing what she had done. 

"Tell me," she heard Draven say, his eyes frosty cold as his voice held not even an ounce of emotion.

Feeling dread crawling up her spine, Ember closed her eyes and forced herself to confess.

"Kiss! We k-k-kissed! I don't know how it happened—"