DRAVEN'S POV
I laid in my chamber as night fell, completely restless and feeling a strange weight pressing down on my chest. The venom of the poison was still coursing through my veins, worsening with every passing hour. I'm surprised I'm still alive and breathing, given that I've been carrying this poison since last night. It was night again, and I was no closer to finding a solution. The poison seemed to be moving slower than I had initially thought. To be honest, I expected to be long dead by now, and yet here I was. It didn’t make the pain any less, though. I could feel my strength slowly draining, leaving me raw, vulnerable—and angry. I didn’t like this one bit. It was a state I was unaccustomed to, and the unusual feeling of helplessness only added fuel to my irritation. I was sweat
