DRAVEN'S POV.
I had no reason to do it. No logical reason, but yet, I found myself pacing the hallways, issuing orders to my servants as though I could justify them to myself. Send her clothes. Silks, velvet, colors that would make her stand out in a sea of shadows. Jewelry, delicate and intricate. Something she'd never have seen in her tiny, flooded village. Something that didn't belong to a human girl.
Zayn leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his sharp gaze catching mine. "You're sending her jewelry?"
I didn't answer immediately. I shouldn't explain myself. The truth would sound absurd even to him. "I don't know why," I admitted finally. "Perhaps to see her smile. Perhaps to remind myself she's still alive. Still…untouched."
Zayn's brow shot up. "Still untouched by what? By the castle? By me?"
I ignored his jibe. "She'll stay," I said, voice low and deliberate. "Nothing else matters."
