Mhalee's POV
I was talking to Raven then, confronting him about the woman beside him in the photo. He said she was his friend’s girlfriend, and I chose to believe him right away. His friend hadn’t been there at the time, he explained, so the woman had simply taken the seat next to him.
I accepted his explanation because I didn’t want it to turn into an argument. Tomorrow, I’ll find out for myself who she really is. I should be able to recognize which of his friends she belongs with.
After all, I know all of them. And this was the first time I had ever seen her.
For now, I tried to stay calm. Raven wouldn’t deceive me.
Only you.
The thought slipped into my mind, sharp and accusing.
Before I could dwell on it any longer, the door suddenly opened. I looked up—and there stood my shamele
