Raven’s POV
The last few days had been... almost peaceful, well maybe and it was all thanks to Jerome.
He was sweet in a way that felt oddly natural, like he had always been meant to exist in the quiet spaces of my life. He drove me to school in his expensive black Charger Lexus his father gave to him, he teased me when I brooded too much and cracked the kind of dry jokes that made my lips tug into reluctant smiles.
He didn’t treat me like glass or look at me like a freak; he wanted to jump on like my other brothers.
He promised me New York after I told him my predicaments on how I ended here and he promised me we would find the portal that could break the invisible chains tying me here. He was just like Noah, pretty sweet and homely, not like the unhinged savage Psychos that were
