Meredith.
I spent the rest of the morning reading.
Then, as soon as lunch was over, I spent the rest of my time pacing between my room and the balcony, unable to focus on anything because of my duel with Draven.
I had been waiting for this moment for a long while, and finally it was here. Still, a nervous energy kept tugging at me.
The memory of the vampires, their speed, their strength, their hunger remained etched in my mind.
I could still feel the moment my hand had closed around that creature's heart. It had changed something in me.
"You are thinking too much again," Valmora's voice murmured in my head, smooth as silk but edged with knowing.
I frowned. "You would be nervous too if you were about to fight someone like Draven."
She chuckled. "I would be thrilled. You have already fought death and won. What is one wolf compared to that?"
