Adriana's POV "You're awake." I heard Draven's voice as I sat up on the bed, rubbing my sore arms and brushing away my hair. "Yeah, when did you wake up? Are you going somewhere?" I blinked, squinting at Draven, who was now slipping off his jacket. "Did you go somewhere? What time is it?" "Damn, one at a time, doll face." He raised a brow and I quickly nodded, murmuring a quick sorry before rubbing my temple. "Something wrong?" Draven questioned, sitting down on the bed and before I could answer him, he pressed his palm on my forehead, the corner of his lips slightly curling downwards. "I'm fine, let me get changed." I hopped of the bed, then stopped halfway before letting out a groan. "We don't have any clothes. Toothbrush is in there." He gave me an apologetic look as I walked into the toilet with another nod. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, ignoring the burning stench of alcohol that was still lingering in my nose. God, it stinked. "Draven," I stepped out to
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