Chapter Forty-SevenPresent day
When Raven opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was an ornate ceiling, wooden beams separating the plastered surface into criss-crossing patterns. His body felt stiff and cumbersome, and he struggled to sit up, his head pulsing with an intense throb. He put his hand up to gingerly touch the sore spot and felt dried blood caked on his scalp. He winced and dragged his painful body into an upright position. The first thing he saw was Mr. Abbott standing over him. Raven froze and his heart began to thump wildly at the expression on his face.
The theatrically friendly demeanour he usually exhibited had been replaced by a glare of almost demonic intensity. Disappointment and frustration lurked behind his furious eyes and he regarded Raven as if he were v
