The Captive's Skimpy Wardrobe

My heels hit every step with furious force as I marched down to the foyer, my temper boiling over. Draven stood waiting at the bottom, looking completely unbothered.

“Took you long enough,” he drawled, pure disdain dripping from his voice.

Of course it took me a minute. I had spent the whole walk debating whether to come down here or just hurl myself straight out the upstairs window. I had zero