Draven stepped back, his gaze shifting from Adrian to me, something dark simmered under the surface of his eyes.
“Adrian?” Draven asks, demanding answers, "Adrian is the man you slept with?”
I can’t quite meet Draven’s eyes.
I have no idea how to respond, especially with the anger that Draven seems to be barely holding back.
Arms wrap around my waist, Adrian seems to be encompassing me and his usual smirk is now something darker, a challenge hidden in its depths perhaps.
“That’s right,” Adrian admits, tightening his arms slightly, enjoying the look on Draven’s face as his eyes rake over Adrian’s hold on me.
“Get your damn hands off her,” Draven ordered, closing the distance between the three of them.
It was pretty clear that Draven wanted to rip Adrian’s arms away from me, but was
