Raven’s P.O.V.
The night air clung to my skin as I forced myself to step back inside the lake house. The warmth of the cabin was immediate, but it didn’t touch the cold buried deep in my chest.
Jojo was gone.
I knew I had done the right thing.
So why the hell did it feel like I had just ripped my own damn heart out?
I clenched my jaw, keeping my head down as I walked toward the staircase. But before I could take another step, I felt it. The weight of two stares drilling into my back.
"Raven."
Gran’s voice was steady. That tone? That was the tone. The one that meant I wasn’t getting out of this.
Still, I tried.
"Not now, Gran," I muttered, not stopping, not looking.
"Turn around and sit your ass down."
That wasn’t Gran.
That was Adam.
I exhaled sharply through my nose.
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