"She is my mate, and even if she suffers, it is none of your concern. She suffers, she dies or whatever, that has nothing to do with you."
"Do I need the King's permission to have the right to be concerned? Are you treating her not as a person but as an object you owned?" Morpheus enjoyed the murderous expression on Draven's face. "Tell me, how can I not be concerned about her when she smells so good? I simply cannot stop myself,"
Draven gritted his teeth at the evil words he said, "You don't deserve to be her friend."
"Why? Did I do something wrong?"
"You know better than me whether what you did is wrong or not."
But Morpheus was unrepentant. "So tell me, what did I do wrong?"
Seeing him continue to provoke him, Draven's last patience snapped.
