Bailey’s POV
I didn’t know what to do with Raven standing there in front of me like that because I was used to Rider’s anger that filled a room and Declan’s jokes that never stopped flowing, but Raven was quiet, still and intense in a way that made my thoughts scatter instead of sharpening, and it left me standing there unsure whether to shout or laugh or cry.
“Raven,” I said, my voice already unsteady, “you can stop now.”
He didn’t.
He stepped closer instead, slow and deliberate, completely naked, his gaze never leaving mine, and I hated how my breath caught even as I crossed my arms like that would somehow shield me from him.
“I said stop,” I repeated, forcing a careless tone, “this isn’t going to work on me.”
“You don’t believe that,” he replied quietly.
“I do,” I lied.
“You don
