It took Draven two days to get all the poison out of his system.
I wasn't allowed in the room, but Kairon said Draven was throwing up nearly every hour.
I was dying to see him. Dying to hug him.
I felt terrible about the reckoning and I can't help but feel that everything is my fault. I didn't
even notice anything was wrong.
Draven's own father poisoned him and now the king is dead, all because I danced. Because I got
caught.
He must hate me.
Mila must notice my downcast face because she looks up from her knotting project to nudge me.
"He'll be fine, Luca. He's just cleaning up."
I nod and rest my head on the top of whatever she's making. It's fluffy as hell and I approve.
I'm not sure what I would do without my seamstresses, especially these past two days.
They've eac
