Raven's POV
At this point my whole body and skin is red, burning like someone set me on fire from the inside. I'm scratching my hair, my body, my hands, everything I can reach, and I can't help the tears anymore.
They pour down my face in hot streams, mixing with the blood from where I've clawed my own skin open. It's unfortunate how I have no other choice than to resign myself to my own death. But if I'm going to die anyway, let me die peacefully and not like this, not with this worst pain and itching happening to me that makes me want to rip my own flesh off just to make it stop.
My stepbrothers are sitting in the front seats of the car, laughing and joking like this is the best day of their lives. Alaric turns around to look at me with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Putting the poi
