Chapter Thirty-ThreePresent day
It was nine o'clock the following morning when Kiri knocked on Raven's door. She was happy to have been invited again and found herself enjoying his company more than she had expected. She felt a strange pull towards him, wanting to help him through his pain, to see him give that handsome smile again.
From inside the room she heard his voice call a quiet, “Enter.” Raven sat upon the sofa with his back to her as she approached, and he did not look up to greet her. On the table before him was a short-bladed knife, sharp, coated in thick, matted blood. b****y handprints marked the surface of the desk, and as Kiri shifted her eyes to Raven, she saw that the sofa too had splatters of blood upon its covers. Her stomach churned and she ran around to face him.
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