RAVENNA's POV
The dim light here carved his face into sharp angles of shadow and pallid skin. His eyes were no longer just cold; they were a storm—one that was dark, turbulent, and heavy with a history of pain and bitterness I could only guess at. His aura was slightly subdued, but he looked at me with such cold indifference. It made me scared of pissing him off. He looked like he had a den of lions lying around somewhere, or I was just a new prey chasing after my own death.
"Why are you following me?" The question wasn't curious. It was an accusation. One that deserved a quick answer, or else it wasn't going to end well for me.
My lips parted, but my carefully rehearsed lines deserted me. All I had was the clumsy, embarrassing truth. "Because… because you just left," I stammere
