Raven
They didn't drug me or blindfold me when they escorted me out of the house. Nico stood close enough that I could smell his cologne — something dark, expensive and spicy. Intoxicating and addicting. Like smoke and leather. I wanted to smell it nonstop. Dominic stood by the door, casually, watching me the way a predator watches something it hasn't decided to kill yet.
"You have time," Nico said. His voice was calm, as always. "Think about what we offered. Think about what you already know and what you have yet to discover. The possibilities."
Dominic tilted his head, "and what you're starting to remember."
That thought gave me pause. My memories have always felt like broken fragments that made no sense. Perhaps with time and exposure to people who have knowledge of the past, ill g
