Chapter 37: The Only Thing To Fear, Is Fear Itself
RAVEN
As I was standing in front of the stove, flipping pancakes to complete the large breakfast I had prepared while everyone was still sleeping—deep in thought, replaying my spiritual conversations with the Crescent Moons and the unexpected connection to Jace—Tink came through the door, unusually quiet with a sullen expression covering her normal jovial round face as she sank onto the stool at the end of the counter.
Before I could ask what brought on her unusual dreary mood, she sulked out, “I already know the breakfast is tainted.”
“Oh really?” I nonchalantly asked, “And what brought you to this quick conclusion, my dear Tink? So early at that! You are usually the last to rise in the mornings.”
“That’s ju
