Raven's POV
I'm expecting the slap way too fast, so when it comes I don't even flinch. My body is ready for it, braced for the impact, and that seems to shock Xavier even more than if I'd cried or begged. He pulls his hand back and stares at me like he's seeing me for the first time, like I'm not the same scared little girl who ran away three years ago.
"Wow, she's gotten some balls," he says, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "What the hell did Bridgewood teach this one for her to be able to defend herself like this? Did those hockey boys toughen you up, little sister?"
"Take her inside, brother," Alaric says, his eyes gleaming with something dark and twisted. "I have an idea. Remember that day we were supposed to take her to the motel before she escaped? Now is the perfect time
