One hundred and two

Draven’s POV

“Not tonight Draven,” he says smacking my hand away. I growl loudly before shoving him away.

“Fine” I snap, going inside. Portia was gone and only her faint lingering scent remained. “Torin?” I yell.

“Hurry up, we are going out” Torin walked out, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips. He grabbed his jacket and followed me to lift.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“I just want out of