Chapter EightOne year before Raven's incarceration at Salverford prison
“Will you please just tell me where we're going?” Raven pleaded, half exasperated and half bemused.
“No! I've told you, it's a surprise.” Seraphia laughed gently as she weaved her way through the tall grass.
He squinted to make out her shape as she crossed the rugged ground. In the pitch darkness he could only just make out her outline, silhouetted against the far-off glow of streetlights. He trod carefully, fearful of twisting an ankle on the stony surface or slipping in the grimy mud that squelched beneath their steps.
“It's not going to be a very good surprise if I'm exhausted and filthy by the time I get there.”
She stopped and turned to face him. He could just make out the playful glint in her eyes. “Will you
