Meredith.
"Draven!" I turned to him, exasperated. "What are you waiting for?"
He turned, calmly, deliberately. "I want to catch one, Meredith. Not scare them off," he said, reminding me of his goal.
I was stunned. My mouth opened, but I had no immediate words.
"Someone could get hurt," I said at last. "Someone innocent could die."
Draven's eyes didn't waver. "Then that person is destined to return to their ancestors."
I stared at him, heart thudding. That was harsh. But then again… he wasn't like me.
I wanted to argue. I wanted to say he was being reckless and cold—but deep down, I also knew that Draven never made a decision lightly.
And if he was willing to risk casualties, it meant this plan held greater importance than I could fully grasp.
So, I let it go for now.
"You know more about this than I do," I murmured. "So, I won't interfere."
He tilted his head, and I saw a hint of approval flicker behind his usually stoic features.
