DRAVEN’S POV;

“Draven!” Ragner yelled, running after me through the hallway. I did not stop—I could not. “Draven!” Ragner caught up with me, pulling me into a room that hadn’t been used in forever. “What is wrong with you?” he questioned, pressing against the door.

“She…she…” I struggled for breath.

“You’re having a panic attack,” Ragner said, “take a deep breath.” He said, supporting me with his hands on my back. “That’s right. Deep breaths,” he said, as I slowly calmed my breathing.

“Ella called her mummy,” I said, feeling weak in my knees and every other joint in my body.

“Okay?” Ragner did not seem to get it. “You...