Everyone was waiting for the boy's reaction.
Drake continued to stare at him, his hand clasping the boy's—veins, slightly visible under his skin. But in reality, his grip was incredibly gentle, as if afraid to hurt the boy even a little.
Finally, the boy gave a slight nod. His lips moved slightly but then pressed together again, no words coming out.
Seeing that, Drake raised an eyebrow slightly. His eyes widened a bit before he reached out and pulled the boy's hand, then lifted him effortlessly with one arm.
The boy was so small compared to Drake's large frame that he sat neatly in the crook of Drake's elbow. At the same time, the searing warmth radiating from Drake quickly dried the boy's soaked clothes, helping his body stop shivering so violently.
