Raven's POV
I don't understand the instant hatred Zane's mother has for me. The woman is beautiful in every sense of the word, wearing that cream colored dress that probably costs more than everything I've ever owned combined. Her dark hair is styled perfectly, her makeup flawless, her jewelry sparkling in the afternoon sun. She carries herself with the kind of royalty and grace that comes from generations of pure bloodlines and power. But the way she's looking at me right now, it's like my very presence is bringing some kind of plague into their pack. Like I'm a disease that needs to be eradicated before I infect everyone around me.
Meanwhile, Zane is calm. Actually calm. He's not fidgeting or backing down or showing any sign of doubt. He just stands there holding me in his arms, his ja
