Late at night, once Ember had fallen asleep, Draven went to find Morpheus, who was resting inside his cave.
Morpheus didn't react to his presence, keeping his eyes closed as if he hadn't noticed — though, of course, he had.
"What are you doing here?" Draven asked coolly.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" Morpheus retorted, his tone calm. "What are you doing in my cave?"
"Come outside," Draven said coldly, already turning to step out.
With a sigh, Morpheus stood and followed him.
The moment Morpheus stepped out of the cave—
Punch!
A powerful blow landed squarely on his face, snapping his head to the side and drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.
"If it weren't for the worry that Ember might feel your pain through the bond," Draven growled, his eyes blazing, "I would've strangled you instead of stopping with something this small."
Morpheus casually wiped the blood from his mouth, unfazed. "What did I do now?"
