Raven
“You’re out of your god-damned mind!”
The words ripped out of me before I could stop them, raw and loud in the room. I waited — expected him to laugh, to sneer, to admit this was some sick joke designed to rattle me.
Nico didn’t move.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t blink.
He watched me the way one watches a storm roll in from the horizon — already knowing it was coming, already prepared for the damage.
“How,” I demanded, hands shaking at my sides, “how on earth am I supposed to help you gain the keys to your kingdom when one, we can barely stand each other. Two, I hate you just as much as you hate me. And three—”
“You didn’t f**k me like you hated me,” he cut in smoothly. “In fact… your pretty little body acted like you liked me very much.”
My face burned, anger and something far more
