Raven’s POV
The other child.
Those three words sat in the middle of the room like something dropped from the top of the tallest building in the world, the kind of thing that lands so hard it changes the shape of the floor beneath it. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Even Tyler, who always had something to say, who processed the world through a constant, low-level commentary that I’d come to rely on the way you rely on white noise, stood completely still.
I looked at the boy against the wall, and for the first time I looked at him the way I should have looked at him from the start, not as a soldier, not as a source of information, but as a person who had arrived at this cabin carrying something that had nothing to do with Ronan’s war.
“Say it again,” I said.
“Raven—” Jax’s hand found my arm
