Scarlett / Raven’s POV
I paced the length of my room, unable to stand still for more than a heartbeat. My tote bag remained clasped against my chest.
An uneasy silence had settled over the castle after the investigation. The healers had all been dismissed early, and even Ms. Darkmoon had vanished without a single cutting remark. For the first time since I had met her, the rigid composure she wore like armor had cracked beneath the weight of what had happened to Elvis.
I couldn't stop seeing him.
The silver cuffs biting into his wrists. Thin wisps of smoke curling from the burns. The brief moment our eyes had met before he turned away, taking with him the only chance I had to tell him how sorry I was.
My conscience wouldn’t let me rest.
Every step I took seemed to echo the same accu
