Raven's POV
I stared at the photograph in my hands, the edges worn from being handled too many times. Half a face smiled back at me, the other half torn away. It was like looking at a ghost.
"Where did you find this again?" I asked Victor, my voice hollow even to my own ears.
He leaned against the doorframe of my office, arms crossed. The lines on his face had deepened over the last few days.
"In Tiara's bag, like she said. Along with that key."
The small bronze key sat on my desk, catching the morning light. So small, so innocent-looking. But it made my stomach twist into knots.
"And you're sure she's still out?" I asked.
"Doc says the sedatives will keep her under for at least another few hours." Victor pushed off from the doorframe, moving closer. "Raven, what is this about? That
