“No one is going to hurt her. She is safe here,” Cordelia told Draven who glared at her unsmiling and made no effort to move. “Please. It is mandatory that the goddess speaks to her alone. You know the whole process,” she pleaded when Draven remained unmoving.
The room I was in was painted pure white and apart from the large table I was laying on, there wasn’t any other thing in the room.
“I’ll have a word with her alone first,” his eyes were unreadable when they settled on me. Cordelia nodded her head adamantly, cast me one more look, and then she was out of the room.
“Esmeray,” there was something different about the way he pronounced it. He took few steps close to me and took my left hand in his, his eyes studying my fingers before finally resting on my face “Why do you always keep the truth from me?” he asked. What was he talking about and what was there to tell about the fact that I thought I was crazy and running mad? “You make it hard for me to trust you, little mate,” he added
