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The next day, Draven swung his legs over the edge of the bed, feeling a slight stiffness in his muscles from sleeping in an unfamiliar position. The soothing melodies of the morning birds greeted his ears, bringing a sense of calmness to his unsettled mind, that had been messed up by Rhea's aura last night.

He opened his eyes and blankly stared at the ceiling for a long time. His complexion appeared less pale and drained compared to last night.

He sighed as the events of the previous night came flooding back to him, and he remembered how close he had been in getting back his powers. But Alina had to show up at such time.

How cruel of fate....

Draven remembered falling into a deep sleep while waiting for Rhea to return last night. His gaze landed on the neatly spread blanket beside the bed. It seemed Rhea had allowed him to take the bed last night while she slept on the floor. But where was she now? Why wasn't she by his side when he woke up?