Raven’s POV
By the time we got back to the mansion it was quiet.
It was the kind of silence that wrapped around your throat and threatened to choke you, like the entire building was holding its breath, waiting for someone to scream. I could feel every eye on me the second I stepped through the grand double doors, covered in dried blood and forest dust, Elias’s hand still tightly wrapped around mine.
They were all there—Cassian leaning against a marble pillar with his arms crossed and a fresh gash along his temple, Dante was seated on the velvet couch, still bruised and bloodied but very much alive, thank god. The King stood near the fireplace, his golden cloak draped across one shoulder, his expression thunderous.
And then…My mother was already rushing toward me the moment I stepped in
