She Is Not Your Mate Yet

"Didn't I warn you to stay away from her?" Draven seemingly growled. 

"I…was…worried for her…" Morpheus managed to speak with his choked voice. 

Draven smirked as if he had heard a joke. "Worried for her? You? Weren't you the one who wanted me to mark her? Weren't you the one to push my limits? Now, you act as if you care?"

Morpheus didn't argue and closed his eyes as if he was regretting something. 

"Draven," he called and opened his eyes to look at the red-eyed man. "I am serious."

"I don't care. Just stay away from her," Draven warned once again. 

Morpheus didn't argue as he himself was filled with guilt and simply stayed quiet. His intuition was telling him it was also the best way to calm the rampaging devil. 

Seeing him stay still, Draven loosened his grip around Morpheus's neck, but he warned him before he let him go. "I have marked her—you got what you want. Stay away from her."