RAVEN:
I wake up to a pounding in my head, sharp and unrelenting. My eyes flutter open, and the sunlight filtering through the curtains stings them. I blink a few times, trying to remember where I am, my body aching all over.
Then I notice the familiar surroundings, and the scent of my room attacks my nostrils. Relief crawls in as I realize I am home. My fingers clutch at the blanket, then I fling it aside, sitting up too fast and wincing as a wave of dizziness rolls over me.
Dante crosses my mind, and my heart lurches as memories of the warehouse flood back. I gasp, remembering he was shot. I push myself off the bed with trembling legs and make my way to the door.
I open it to see Boyle standing there like a statue, his hands folded in front of him.
“Mrs. Salvatore,” he calls out. “D
