Azhren watched him for a moment longer before asking the next question. "Have you touched her?" he said.
Draven turned his head toward him again. "Who?" he asked, pretending not to know.
"You know who I mean," Azhren replied.
"You want to know if I had anything to do with the Queen. Are you asking as a commander or something else?" He teased.
Azhren's jaw tightened. "Just answer the question."
Draven smiled. "Jealousy. I did not think you had it in you."
"I am not jealous," Azhren countered.
"You are." Draven propped himself up on his elbow. "I'll tell you since you are curious about it." His fingers traced the lines of Azhren's chest. "She kissed me. And since it was part of the role, I let her. I did enough to keep her interested but not enough to give her what she wanted."
Azhren turned his gaze to the ceiling.
Draven continued. "It gave me the chance I needed. I got close enough to her neck to smell her blood."
