Dawken blinked in surprise as he stared at Raven.
"You're not joining my party? Why?" He demanded, his voice sharp.
Raven glanced at me before returning to him, folding her arms. "Because I want to be with him, obviously."
Dawken cold eyes shifted to me, unimpressed. "Why didn't you say so before? The boy can join us if that is what you want."
"I don't want to be among your party," I shook my head, a finality in my tone. "I would rather join the ones you cast aside."
Dawken jaws tightened, his eyebrows knitting into a frown.
He knew his followers only joined his party because they Raven was supposed to be his ace.
He was a man hungry for control. If he doesn't get the others to depend on him, his grip on them would loosen.
This is the part where he fakes his independence to exercise his dominance.
Dawken scoffed then turned his back on us. "Very well. We don't need you two anyways. We can look after ourselves. You will only drag us back."
