Raven’s Pov
It felt like hours. Maybe it was just minutes, but the silence between us stretched like an elastic band about to snap. We were just... staring. Watching. Like two predators trying to figure out who’d bite first.
I finally broke the deadlock by walking to the couch—the one very far from him—and sitting down. My eyes stayed on him. Always on him. Just in case he tried anything.
He pulled out his phone.
I tilted my head, still watching him, narrowing my eyes. His fingers moved across the screen, and my stomach tensed. What was he doing?
“What are you doing with your phone?” I asked, voice flat.
He didn’t even look up. “Why do you care?”
“I just want to know,” I replied, trying to sound casual, but I was already preparing my escape route in case he was about to sell me out
