[Faye]
My feet move on their own accord as I sprint blindly towards the library. I don’t even need to see where I’m going, my heart knows the way.
I hear a mournful caw above my head. Sitting on a lamppost is what I think must be a raven. It is far larger than a crow, its green eyes holding more intelligence.“You aren’t a crow, are you?”
I think the raven huffed. It definitely seemed offended.
“I’m sorry, sir. Definitely a raven.”
The raven started fluffing up its chest feathers, preening as it cawed softly.
“You’re a prideful one, aren’t you?”
“Caw caw…” It replied.
Feeling silly, I shake my head. Turning back to the library I whisper to myself, “Quoth the raven…”
“..nevermore,” a soft, seductive, feminine voice says into my ear.
My heart stops. Holding my breath I turn a
