Maybe I'm stupid. Maybe I'm just as evil as he is by keeping my mouth shut. But he told me once that I was different. And I can't help but hope that me being different is the one thing in this world that can save him from what he fears the most...Himself..
His voice was like ice, cold and unforgiving, which was like hearing a different Draven altogether. Here he wasn't my Draven, soft and gentle. NO, here he was the Master, here he was the one in control... here, he was a God......He was my devil.
