DAISY POV
Raven didn’t flinch at my tears. If anything, they made her eyes burn brighter with contempt. She didn’t offer a hand to help me up. Instead, she reached into her back pocket and whipped out her phone, tapping the screen aggressively before shoving it inches from my nose.
"You think I'm being mean?" she hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and adrenaline. "Look at this. Look at it!"
I blinked, trying to clear the blur in my eyes. The screen was bright, displaying a grainy but clear photo of me from the night at the alley. Below it, a number was highlighted in bold, red text.
$500,000. Dead or Alive.
"That’s you," Raven snarled, her shadow looming over me on the hallway floor. "That’s the price of the 'mess' you brought into our home. Every man downstairs just
