redith.
My feet moved faster than my thoughts as Kira trailed behind .
Shirtless Draven made it to my mory and refused to leave. I couldn’t even rember how I kept my sanity until 4 PM.
It had been a shock and a blow to realizing that I couldn’t play one prank on Draven and succeed with it. I would love to think he was too smart, but Valmora made know how foolish I was.
After Draven had left my room, I had shuffled my hair roughly in failure, wondering what I had done wrong, when Valmora spoke in my head, pointing out the last part of my text to Draven.
’And what do you think will happen when I finally lay my hands on your little innocent wife?’
"You should never have ntioned it to Draven. That’s how he got you," Valmora had said.
She called a dimwit. And I didn’t dare to wonder what she was.
She clearly knew my plans and my text, yet she hadn’t said a word to fix my flaws until it ca back to bite in the face. And only then did she set out to point it out.
But it was a good thing Draven hadn’t said anything about the stupid ’innocent wife’ part I had included. My entire face would have burnt up in sha.
As soon as I arrived at my destination, I gestured for Kira to leave.
"See you later, my lady." She bowed and turned on her heels.
I continued on my journey, seeing the familiar car parked in its usual position.
Dennis sat in the car, sunglasses on, one hand resting casually on the wheel like he was in a car race.
The mont I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, he looked at , one brow raised.
"Well?" he asked. "Tell everything about your prank. Don’t leave anything out."
"How did you know I had unleashed my prank?" I asked, blinking my lashes. I was surprised since I hadn’t given him any tiline for it.
He wiggled his brows. "I have my sources."
Dennis was tight-lipped. He refused to answer my question and only agreed to it if I told him how I had executed my plans.
I didn’t hold anything back. I talked about the crazy calls, then showed him the text I had sent to Draven. He chuckled. He didn’t stop even after I ntioned that Draven found out I was behind it.
Instead, he urged to continue.
I gave him a slow, smug smile. "He stord into my room. Shirtless."
"You rattled him so bad he forgot a shirt?" Dennis choked on a laugh. "That explains a lot."
I didn’t understand what that last statent ant, so I carried on with my story.
"He snatched the phone right out of my hands after I hid it behind ," I said, trying to sound offended, but failing. "Didn’t even ask nicely. Then he went through my phone."
Dennis leaned back, still chuckling. "So? What did he say about the contact nas?"
"Of course, he questioned , wanting to know why his contact and yours were both saved that way on my phone." I almost rolled my eyes. "I simply told him you were behind it."
Recalling Draven’s tyranny and how he had demanded answers while snooping through my phone made bite my lower lips in regret.
"He got a little mad and asked about what ’BF’ ant. He thought it ant Boyfriend. I was so stunned that I had to correct him," I finished.
Dennis nodded, his face flashing with a knowing look. "It’s no wonder he ca storming into my room next."
"He ca for you?" I snapped my gaze to him.
"He did. And he was so full of jealousy," He laughed, and then went on to tell about his own ordeal.
My lessons today went smoothly. Dennis told I was seriously getting the hang of this driving thing.
Throughout our ride back to the main house, I was mapping out a text for Draven. I hit the send button and finally exhaled deeply.
I was so slow with this device. But it was a good thing I didn’t have to keep it out of sight after accomplishing my goal. A failed goal at that.
"One way or the other, you succeeded in riling my brother up. So, in other sense, you still succeeded with the prank," Dennis said to as we got off the car.
"Thank you," I said to him, finally smiling.
Just then, a chi from my phone had bringing it up to my face. Draven texted back.
I had texted him to know where he was as I needed to have a word with him.
"Ho Office."
His response was straight-to-the point kind of Draven.
Perfect.
"What has got you smiling like a child?" Dennis asked, causing to turn my attention back to him.
"It’s your brother. I wanted to see him," I explained. "He is in his office. See you later."
I left Dennis and ran inside the house, quickly finding my way straight to Draven’s office.
I knocked once and was permitted to enter.
Draven was sitting behind his desk when I walked in. He had his eyes on and let it follow until I was standing right in front of .
His expression was calm and composed. It revealed nothing.
"I wanted to find out if you have any diagrams or pictures of Serena, the Wolf Queen."
His gaze stayed on . Unmoving. Untouched. Unyielding. Until I started to move my weight from my feet to the other.
Finally, he got off his seat, walked past and went straight for the bookshelf. He pulled out the old scroll from before without second-guessing and handed it to .
"Thank you," I said, receiving it from him.
He guided to the sitting area and made sit before I could finally open the scroll.
There were several words written in a weird handwriting I could still read if I was ready to strain my eyes and my brain.
And then, at the bottom of the scroll, I saw the image from my dream. It was Serena.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through the painting.
This was real.
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