"Finding you was a coincidence, and choosing to save you had nothing to do with Oberon's plans for you," Draven finally says, eyes searching mine. "Falling in love with you was not a part of the plan, either, Mione. I swear it to you."
I shiver, the invisible weight on my chest growing heavier by the second.
"I'm sorry," he sighs, taking a tentative step forward, reaching his fingers across my cheeks to cup my skin. "I should've thanked you. For saving Seth, rather than go off on you like that. I just..." His eyes shutter. "Knowing his lips touched yours made me feel jealous. And knowing why you did it didn't make the irrational burn go away. I'm sorry I let him get into my head. I should've trusted you."
