Raven's POV
He stood under the warm, golden glow of the chandelier and tilted his head at me. “So, what exactly were you running from, little human ?”
I blinked, trying to find my voice, but for the first time in forever, I was stunned and speechless, maybe it was the weird mix of beauty and danger radiating from him or maybe it was because I had no clue how to even explain it. “I—uh... everything,” I finally muttered, breathless. “I was running from everything.”
He didn’t press but just walked casually toward the long dining table and sat like this was a damn tea party and not a horror film. He picked up some berries—blueberries, I think—and popped one into his mouth like we were in a Jane Austen novel.
I couldn’t help staring. “Who... who are you? And what are you doing here?”
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