Chapter Twenty-SevenTwo months before Raven's incarceration at Salverford prison
There was one month left. Just one. With time slipping uncontrollably through his fingers, Raven relished the tiny things. He sat watching Seraphia closely, drinking in every detail of her image as she brushed her hair. Something he'd seen so many times and taken for granted now commanded his full attention. The fine bristles of the brush that glided with ease through the long, silky strands of brown hair; her reflection in the mirror, a slight frown upon her face as she tried to style her hair. He felt like a small child, waiting for her attention, his mind blank except for thoughts of her.
They were going out tonight. Not to their usual haunts: the local bar, the nightclub where they went on their first da
