"Draven."
This time, Morpheus called him by name.
Draven looked up, startled by Morpheus' sudden shift. Calling him by his name reminded him of the old days.
"Evanthe is the only female I acknowledge," Morpheus said and Draven simply listened, trying to guess what he's implying.
Morpheus continued, "And this human female is the second one. Do you understand what I mean now?"
The anger that was buried by the mention of Evanthe's name once again rose in Draven's eyes. "She is not Evanthe."
"That is why I won't mind playing with her. Make your decision for tomorrow because this time I won't be sparing anything that will hurt you. Let her go and you will see her as my mate," Morpheus warned, his tone calm but his intentions dangerous.
"She won't come with you," Draven snapped, surprising himself how he was so sure of his words. He didn't even know what he thought when he said it.
