Raven jumped out of bed hurriedly when another shower of bullets rang out loud. She changed into a pair of leggings and trainers, ready to run for her life if she had to. Right as she was pulling a hoodie on, the door swung open. She muffled the terrified squeak that threatened to spill from her lips and jumped to one side of the bed so that its enormous side was shielding her from the door’s point of view.
“Miss Bacciarelli,” came the low voice. It was familiar enough to her that she chanced a peek and saw one of Demetrio's guards looking right at her. Raven paused in fear. What if he was one of them? There was no guarantee that he was not, and they must have gained entry somehow. She continued to look on in watchful silence and the man shut the door quietly behind him. “Very few people
