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When Davina was busy with the arrangements, I entered her room. I searched every corner, hoping to find proof against Raven. There was nothing except for her clothes.
*Was she lying about proof?” Davina was stuck in the packhouse, burdened by responsibilities, so she didn't have time to go outside and hide the proof. If not inside the packhouse, she made up the whole thing about proof.
I rushed to Raven's room, sneakily stepped in, and locked the door behind me.
“What's the news?” He was taking sips from a whiskey glass, seated on the couch. The room was dim blue, suffocating.
“Well, I don't think Davina has any proof. She must be lying to you.”
He gently put down the whiskey glass on the table, leaned back on the couch, and looked straight into my eyes, cold and sharp. “Since
