Raven’s POV
Dinner in the mansion was always a tense affair, but tonight, the atmosphere was suffocating. The grand dining hall, with its high ceilings and ornate chandeliers, felt more like a courtroom than a place for family meals.
Earlier that day, I had returned to my room only to find it in disarray. My clothes were strewn across the floor, my shoes were tossed like they fought against each other and drawers were left open. Panic surged through me as I rushed to check on my notebook—the only place I could confide my thoughts since my phone had been confiscated. Relief washed over me when I found it untouched, hidden beneath a pile of clothes. It seemed that while they enjoyed tormenting me, they hadn't discovered my most treasured possession.
My mother had attempted to speak with
