Under the burden of Draven's intense gaze, the poor girl continued to button his shirt, and as she finally reached the third button—
"Have you thought of the answers to the questions I gave you?"
—Draven said something to tip the fragile balance maintained by her highly-sensitive nerves.
Hearing his dignified voice ask that, her already unsteady hand shook so much, that she could barely hold the button.
'Ahh! Why is he bringing that up now? I'm recalling things I don't want to remember!'
Ember stopped what she was doing with an awkward face. She didn't want to answer him and fervently wished for Erlos to return so she could run away from this man.
Her mate had made her flustered to the point she forgot her original purpose for coming—that she was here to apologize to him for what happened between her and Morpheus.
"Have you?"
