Corinth's POV
The maids cast anxious looks at one another. After a few seconds of doubt one of them opened the door.
The girl who had shut the door retreated slowly, her fingers shaking.
Raphael didn't wait. He put his arm around my waist for support and walked me toward the exit. My legs shook, but I willed myself to keep standing.
As soon as we crossed the threshold, I felt a chill go down my spine when something in the back of the room moved quickly.
A shadow lunged toward us.
Before I had time to react, Raphael spun around, his reflexes a split second fast.
He avoided the hit at the last moment, his hand lashed out and caught the wrist of the girl who dared try to shove us.
He yanked her forward with a slightly calculated, completely nonchalant sort of movemen
