RAVEN
“I’d like the box returned,” I say calmly.
Mr. Leo looks at me for a moment, searching my face, then nods. “Of course.”
Relief loosens something tight in my chest. I close the lid and step back from the dresser, as if distance alone can dull the unease crawling under my skin.
“Thank you,” I add politely.
He signals for someone outside to collect it, and within seconds the box is gone, swallowed by the noise and movement of backstage. I wonder who it is from, but I do not bother asking because what use is it to me.
With a sigh, I grab my phone and call Boyle. He answers on the first ring.
“Please come get me,” I say.
“I’m outside,” he replies immediately.
Of course he is. Dante trained him to be a robot who meets my every need.
I pull on my coat and leave without looking bac
