Two days later…
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I watched Hope stir slightly in her sleep, her brow furrowing for a moment before relaxing again. She always looked so peaceful in these rare moments, but I knew the weight she carried was heavy. Ever since Mikaela had appeared, Hope had been more on edge. She tried to hide it, but I could see through her. It frustrated me that I couldn’t figure out precisely what Mikaela was doing or what her presence truly meant. Hope hadn’t said much, but I could sense her discomfort growing.
Tori has been by her side most of the time, but I know she can't always be with her.
“Draven?” Hope’s voice was soft, pulling me from my thoughts. Her eyes fluttered open, still clouded with sleep, but she looked up at me with a gentle smile.
“Morning, princess,” I whis
