DRAVEN'S POV.
"You don't belong at that table," she whispered.
I stopped walking. She didn't. Not until she realized I'd stopped, then she turned, catching my expression.
Her voice was too soft. Too human. "They hate me."
"They fear you."
My voice came out harder than I intended.
She shook her head. "They don't even know me."
"They don't have to."
I forced the truth out between my teeth. "They fear what I feel about you."
Her eyes widened, not with flattery, but confusion. Maybe fear. It cut me deep.
I moved a step back before I lost control. "Selin…you shouldn't have come to my table."
"I was told to," she replied. "I don't know your rules. I don't know anything here."
Her voice trembled, not weak, but overwhelmed. Guilt surged through me. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to force my wolf down. My skin burned under the surface. Everything in me wanted to touch her, to anchor myself, to reassure her, to pull her closer.
