78. Disbeliefs and Uncertainties
Raven
“Calm down, Raven,” Norman whispered gently as he reached for my shoulder.
I snapped my eyes at him, glaring as if he had grown two heads. Was he losing his mind?
I heaved as I tried to steady my emotions but it was hard since the memories were still raw in my mind.
“Are you seriously asking me to calm down? Are you going insane, Norman? Okay, I get it. Salt is someone you… maybe, you trust more than me but the thing is, she almost broke my head! Do you know the kind of pain she put me through?” My voice was low but sharp, coated with disbelief. “That witch almost broke my skull, and now you are protecting her? Seriously? Should I have died for you to believe me?”
His gaze did not waver. He just exhaled slowly, then shook his head, brushing a
