56 He Tore My Dress...!

Draven didn't cross the hanging bridge connecting the two trees. He simply disappeared before reaching Leeora's door and reappeared in front of the door of the house next door. The door opened on its own—he didn't even bother to knock to inform the owner of the house about his arrival. 

Before he made any decision, Draven felt like he needed to make sure that he really wanted to keep her. He personally came to Ronan to determine this. If he had to use his last resort for the sake of this human, then she should better prove her worth. 

As soon as the door opened, his gaze went towards the small body already shrinking back against the wall, looking like a cornered animal meeting a predator. This reaction made him frown.

"Is this how you greet your king?" 

His red eyes were fixed on her trembling form, and his dark eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.