Bailey’s POV
I couldn’t stop replaying Raven’s words in my head even after breakfast was long over, every step I took beside him feeling careful, measured, like I was walking on something fragile and didn’t want to be the one to c***k it, and the worst part was that I didn’t even know what I was afraid of, because Raven wasn’t unkind, wasn’t cruel, wasn’t loud like the others, but that quiet made me nervous all the same.
“You’re very tense,” he said after a while, glancing at me as we walked, his voice calm like he was commenting on the weather.
“I’m not,” I replied too quickly, and then winced because I obviously was.
His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile, more like he was amused by my lie. “You almost walked into a pillar.”
“I was thinking,” I muttered.
“I noticed.”
I claspe
