Raven's Pov
Nothing prepared me for what unfolded before me. My anger had blinded me
and made me reckless, it made me forget where I was. This wasn’t New York, where I could teach some psychos a lesson and get away with it. This was Blackthorn University—a vampire school. And what I had just done could very well be a death sentence.
Dante’s furious cursing filled the air as he clutched his cheek, blood still dripping from the wound. His skin wasn’t healing, and that fact alone sent ripples of unease through the room.
“Get him out of here,” Cassian muttered, his voice low and controlled. “Take him to the Den. We’ll get the cure immediately.”
Dante growled, his eyes burning with something feral, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he shot me a glare so sharp I could feel it cut through
