Meredith.
After spending almost my entire day with Xamira, I decided to go find Draven in his bedroom.
The bedroom was already softly lit when I entered, and the first thing I saw was Dennis kneeling beside Draven's travel bag, struggling to stuff a pair of boots in alongside folded clothes.
Draven stood nearby, watching his brother with an expression of mild amusement and exasperation.
Dennis looked up as I stepped in and grinned.
"Well, look who's here," he said, rising to his feet and brushing imaginary dust off his hands.
"Have you heard? I will be your esteemed combat instructor while your husband's away."
I arched a brow but smiled back. "Yes, I've heard."
Dennis placed a hand over his chest in mock solemnity. "Don't worry, I will go easy on you. Nothing to be afraid of."
I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't afraid of him—or anyone else for that matter—but Draven's voice beat me to it.
