DRAVEN'S POV.
I shivered, still panting heavily as I stepped out of the bathroom, hoping the cold water would ease the relentless burn coursing through my veins. The poison was getting worse—I could feel it creeping into every nerve and muscle in my body even now, despite having sat in a bathtub filled with ice cubes for the past three to four hours. It hadn’t helped much. As soon as I stepped out of the freezing water, the burn returned. I took a deep breath, fighting to steady myself, but the effort left me feeling even heavier and weaker than before.
As I left the bathroom, toweling myself off, I noticed Lenora pacing in my room. She was a storm of restless energy, her movements quick and agitated, her eyes darting around as if wrestling with some kind of inner turmoil. And did I ment
