RAVEN
I stared at Teagan, who told me again that Lyall’s manager was looking for me.
Why?
Without responding, I followed her out of my bedroom on unsteady legs and stepped into the living room. My mind raced with endless questions, wondering what I had done.
Arriving in the living area, Louis stood near the couch, calm in a dark jacket with a small leather bag in his hand. The rest of the room was dead quiet, Phoebe, Jason, and the other two guys frozen in place like someone had hit pause on the entire apartment. They just watched me walk toward him.
Louis gave a polite nod. “Miss Chesterfield. Could we speak outside for a moment? It’s a private matter.”
I nodded, still clutching nothing, and followed him into the hallway. Before the door closed, I heard the soft scramble on the othe
