Away from the school's main ground, in a quiet garden where students came to enjoy the cool air, Charles had taken Draven there for a serious talk.
"Don't you have something to say, Draven?" Charles began, voice thick with frustration. "I went to that mansion—your lover's place—and guess what? I almost got killed. They captured me and almost threw me into their horrifying cell. If not for a phone call, I wouldn't have been released."
He took a deep breath, his anger bleeding through his pain. "I went there because of you, Draven. I was scared you'd miss your exams. I did all that for you—and now you're back, and you didn't even tell me? Is this how much you value me? Am I no longer needed in your life?" Charles questioned, his face twisted in hurt.
Draven felt himself sinking into a dark place. Where could he start? How could he even explain everything for Charles to understand?
"It's a long story…" Draven began, but Charles cut him off sharply.
