Falling into the huge bed in the room he'd chosen, Daniel picked up the book he was reading back during the car ride. He was right at the suspenseful part, and it was driving his skull insane. The main character was so manipulative — exactly his cup of tea, the kind that made him vow he'd one day be like that.
Humans could be despicable, so using one's senses to escape enemies wasn't a bad thing. While he flipped through the pages, the door opened, and Draven walked in.
"Not this, Dan. You didn't come all the way here to read. Let's go downstairs — or better yet, let's play a game," Draven suggested, repulsed that Daniel was glued to that boring thing he called a book. Who in their right mind would be so invested in such dry nonsense?
It sounded too ordinary — and nothing about this honeymoon was meant to be normal.
