Raven
Sierra’s door swings open moments after I press my finger to the scanner, and I walk in with my arms overflowing with snacks.
“Raven?” She sits up on the sofa and puts her laptop away, a frown on her face. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be all loved up with Ares?”
I huff as I sink down on the sofa, and she holds her arms open for me, offering me a hug. I throw myself into her arms and squeeze tightly, not sure what to say to her.
“That bad, huh?”
I nod and tighten my grip on her. “He’s with her right now.”
Sierra pulls me off her to look me in the eye. “He’s what?”
“He’s having dinner with her tonight.”
“You must be kidding,” she says, her voice terse. “He went for dinner with her a day after you two got married? What the hell? Where are they?”
“Don’t,” I warn her.
