Ravyn
The sound of footsteps in the corridor made Ravyn look up from where she’d been sitting on the narrow cot, trying to conserve her strength. Two sets of footsteps—one she recognized as belonging to one of the guards, the other lighter, more familiar.
Cassian appeared at her cell door, flanked by a stern-faced vampire in tactical gear. He looked terrible—pale even by vampire standards, with dark circles under his blue eyes and a hollow expression that spoke of recent trauma.
“Ten minutes,” the guard said curtly. “No physical contact. Any attempt to pass items or information will result in immediate termination of visitation privileges.”
Cassian nodded, waiting until the guard moved to the far end of the corridor before speaking.
“Are you hurt?” he asked quietly, his voice rough wi
