Draven scoffed, "Don't be too full of yourself, little girl. Just because he blushed doesn't mean he's smitten by you. Young Ice dragons are too cold to please, they don't fall that easily. I'm sure he blushed because of your shamelessness of touching his chest."
Rhea glared at Draven, then pursed her lips, "Yeah, whatever." She huffed.
Draven nonchalantly took another sip of his tea, "So did you get away with the boy?"
Rhea's expression dropped, "No, we were pursued by the fire controllers and the guards, but Aedan was too weak to run quickly. We found a hiding spot to stay for some time, and the little boy was injured, so I told him to hide in a cave while I fetched him some water. However, when I came back, I witnessed the fire controllers taking him away. I tried my best to rescue him, but in the end...I had to abandon him and save myself."
Draven frowned, "So now the ghost wants you to save him once again?"