Ember was momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness inside the chamber, and as soon as her sight returned, she found someone standing by the window, causing her heart to nearly jump out of her throat .
'That scared me!'
She put her hands over her chest, trying to calm down her heart.
'So he's been awake the whole time? He must have sensed my presence already. But why is he standing in the dark? Why does he look as if…as if…?'
The view of the man's broad back, clad in black sleeping robe, looked a little lonely.
'It must be my imagination.'
Just as she hesitated on what to say, the tall man in black robes turned around to face her, causing all her thoughts to scatter. Those familiar red eyes carried no emotions as they looked at her; instead, they looked unusually calm like still water.
Ember froze in her place as she was seeing him like this for the first time in a while. She could not point out what was different about it but she could feel a certain difference in him.
'Is it because of what I did today? I returned in an unconscious state.'
She braced herself and walked towards him while Draven watched her approach him with slow, reluctant steps. He could still smell another male's scent on her, mixed with her sweet one, but he tried his best to ignore it and his expression remained unchanging even as she stood next to him.
Strands of Ember's long hair slowly drifted across her face as the evening breeze slipped through the open window, but neither of them moved nor said anything. Draven merely stared at her, and she stared back without a word.
At this point, her heart had somewhat calmed down. However, though she was now facing her mate, her expression showed conflict, not knowing what exactly to say or how to start the conversation.
"You should have been sleeping at this moment."
Draven broke the uncomfortable silence between them, his dignified voice causing her body to shiver.
Ember felt like she could finally breathe upon hearing him speak. She couldn't decide if she did the right thing by coming to him and disturbing him.
A shy smile appeared on her face as she spoke a little softly, "I didn't find you next to me so…I thought to check on you..."
Draven didn't say anything even as she eventually lowered her head and fiddled with her hands.
Seeing him simply quietly looking at her, Ember started to feel a little nervous. Reya said he looked angry when he found out she returned unconscious. He must still be upset with her, right? Otherwise, he would not have chosen to stay alone in his chamber instead of sleeping on the same bed as her. Should she apologize for not following Morpheus' warning? She was clearly in the wrong.
"I am fine," he spoke up, breaking her line of thoughts. "Do you want to say something?"
Ember gulped and slowly nodded while taking a peek at his face.
"What is it?"
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