Chapter Thirty-SevenPresent day
The flesh on Raven's arm prickled as goose bumps ran across his skin. It was chilly in the large room, but more than that, eerie shivers chased up and down his spine as he replayed the Richards fight in his mind.
Now that he was alone again, he didn't know what to do; he didn't want to read or write or think. He needed something to take his mind off the revolting fact that he had killed again, had consciously decided to kill instead of die. The reality came to him slowly, as a succession of images—
Abbott's smug face, the fear in Richards' eyes before he died, the public's impassioned cries.
All was bitter and dark.
As the images flashed across his mind, each one brought a new wave of pain until he saw the stage, illuminated by Kiri's presence. Her reas
