Ravin's POV
I was angry at myself the entire ride back to Darkhowl.
Not at anything that had happened, nothing had gone wrong, and that was precisely the problem. I had sat in a garden with a girl for over an hour and talked about things I did not talk about with anyone, listened to her speak about months of being mocked and dismissed with a quietness that was not weakness but something considerably harder than weakness, and then I had touched her face like it was something I had been doing for years.
I had not planned any of it, and that was what bothered me. I operated on intention, every move I made and every word I said was deliberate and considered and entirely within my control, and the garden had been something else entirely, something I could not put in a clean category, and th
