DRAVEN'S POV.
I jolted awake, sweat-soaked, the remnants of the dream clinging to me like gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. My body felt heavy, the poison still tearing painfully through my veins. Hours had passed since I last slept, and yet now, when I finally found a sliver of rest, I dreamt of her. Of everything else, everyone else I could have seen in my dreams, it had to be her.
Vera. The perpetual pain in my ass. Yet she was far from that in my dream. In it, she wasn’t coming at me with a poisoned dagger, no. Far from it, in fact. In my dream, she was in my arms, snuggled up and tucked safely, as if she belonged there. The image replayed in my head, causing my brows to furrow in confusion.
It made no sense; we despised each other. She currently had my life hanging by a thin threa
