I can't let him do that. If he does, he is putting everything at risk.
“Draven, no!” I exclaimed, scrambling to my feet despite the lingering pain in my neck. I stumbled, but he caught me before I could fall, his touch gentle despite the rage I could feel radiating from him.
He looked down at me, eyes still dark and fury. “He deserves to die, Hope. You know that as well as I do.”
“I know,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I held his gaze. “But not like this. Not now.” My mind raced, the fear of losing control over this situation gnawing at me. Caelan needed to be stopped, but that didn't mean risking Draven's possibility of getting the throne. “Please, let’s think this through.”
Draven’s jaw clenched, his muscles taut under my hand. For a moment, it seemed like he might not listen,
