Ravenna's POV
The ride back to the penthouse was quiet—far too quiet for my liking. My heart still raced from the weight of every pair of eyes, the cutting whispers that trailed me, and Lucien's words lingering in my chest like both a shield and a chain.
The moment we pulled into the driveway, I spotted Marissa. She was standing at the grand double doors, her arms folded across her chest, her foot tapping the marble step impatiently, like she had been waiting for a long while. Even from inside the car, I could see her eyes widen at the sight of me.
"Oh my goodness," she gasped as soon as the driver opened my door. She rushed forward, her hands hovering over me as though I'd been through war, and in a way, I really had been through a lot. "What in the name of God happened to you?
