Raven’s POV
Silver eyes? the same silver that showed up in my vision when I pushed past my limits. The same silver my mother had worn in that black water between living and dead. The same silver that had been frightening people since the night I was born and the midwife screamed and ran.
I rode the next two miles in silence, which was unusual for me on a bike. Usually the road does something for me, the noise and the speed and the particular feeling of moving fast enough that the world has to work to keep up. Usually it clears whatever’s accumulated. But nothing was clearing tonight. The mountain kept rising, the trees pressing close on both sides of the old mining road, their branches threading together overhead so the headlight carved a tunnel through them rather than open space, and m
