Morna sat in her quiet corner of the boutique, surrounded by bolts of fabric and sketchbooks filled with her latest designs. Her mind, however, was far from the elegant dresses and tailored suits she was known for creating. Instead, thoughts of Drakon lingered, his weakened state haunting her thoughts since she found him poisoned with wolfsbane.

She had been trying to sketch out a new design, her pencil moving almost absentmindedly across the paper. When the bell jingled, signaling a customer's arrival, Morna looked down at her sketchbook. To her surprise, she had unknowingly drawn Drakon's face, capturing his rugged features and the intensity of his gaze.

Closing the sketchbook...