~**(Third Person)**~
Wanda returned to the poolside just in time to catch Draven's drenched figure carrying someone in his arms before he turned towards her.
His white shirt was soaked and clinging tightly to his torso as he carried Meredith in his arms like something precious.
It turns out that Meredith was the woman.
Wanda's gaze swept over the scene—Meredith's pale face, her limp form wrapped in Draven's arms, water trailing down her frame.
Surprise clouded her mind as she wondered what the hell had happened.
"Draven!" Wanda called out sharply, but he didn't stop.
He did, however, glance over his shoulder briefly. "That's what I would like to find out," he muttered curtly before disappearing around the corner with one of Meredith's maidservants, Azul, following him frantically.
Wanda's brows pulled together. She guessed that something had gone wrong. Very wrong.
Then she turned her gaze sharply to the only person left by the pool.
