For the next few days, Belinda and Draven stayed with each other, doing nothing in particular, never leaving the penthouse. Draven had made it clear he did not wish to be disturbed—on any grounds—so no one breached his privacy, even to discuss business. Food was brought up to them, and when they were done eating, the plates were taken away. During that period, they spent most of their time in the bedroom. Mostly, they were silent, cuddling under the covers of the large bed. They could go that way for hours, never saying a word, because the silence was comfortable, and just being in each other's presence was enough. Sometimes, they talked. The topics were usually light, enough to make Belinda giggle and draw a smile from Draven. Occasionally, they addressed more somber issues. Like the dark years that had seen the Sorcerer Clan war, and what it had been like for him to live so long, watching everyone else die and new people be born. They never discussed anything important. Not once d
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