DRAVEN'S POV.
If she wouldn’t speak willingly, I needed another option.
That was the first thought that came to mind as I woke up this morning.
The poison was spreading faster than I’d anticipated last night, and now its effects were far more severe. For a brief period, it had stopped spreading, allowing me to get some rest after Lenora left. I had been relieved, thinking it was moving slower than expected, but suddenly, it was a different story. It was as if the poison itself couldn't decide what it wanted to do, whether to move quickly and kill me or to spread slowly and take its time making me suffer. One minute, it seemed to have all day; the next, it acted like it couldn’t kill me fast enough.
I could feel my body growing weaker, and the realization that I might not have the stre
