Chapter 6
Raven's POV
I went back home to pack my bags. My hands trembled the whole time, shaking so violently I could barely grip the zipper of my worn duffel bag. My breathing was shaky, coming in short, panicked gasps that made my chest tight and my vision blur around the edges.
Just the sight of the twins was enough to stir up the kind of trauma I had spent three long months trying to bury. The memories crashed over me in waves—the cold silver blade against my throat, Alaric's cruel laughter, Xavier's amber eyes filled with hatred as they dragged me into those dark woods. The taste of my own blood. The certainty that I was going to die.
My small apartment suddenly felt like a prison. Every shadow seemed to hide a threat, every creak of the building made me jump. I threw clothes int
