“Morgan.” Draven’s voice sounded strained in my ear. His hand gripped my wrist. “Morgan, we have to go.” “No.” I shook my head frantically. “Go? We can’t go now. You don’t understand...” “No,” he said, his jaw tightening. “It’s you who doesn’t understand.”
This is the dumbest freaking MC! The bridge is crumbling, you already wasted precious time watching Zorya and now you want to waste even more watching Nightclaw! Just let her die on the bridge Draven. You don’t need the headache of such stupidity in your life any longer.
