"Let us not shift blame now, shall we?" Draven spoke with calm sweetness, as though the thought of the pack members hating her benefited him. Then he said, "How the people reacted to the punishment that was passed down is not my fault, but their twisted way of thinking." He said this with a sweet smile, looking at Luna, who continued to glare at him with those gorgeous eyes he loved looking at.
He appreciated the attention while it lasted, but he knew the girl was upset. Indeed, he had chosen the scaffold to make sure she had nowhere else to fall back to but right into his open arms. But the girl was a lot smarter than she looked, and she had realized it within a few minutes, which excited him.
