RAVEN’S POV:
Ian doesn’t let go of my hand until we reach the elevator. Even then, he stays close to me, like if he takes his eyes off me, I will disappear. My mind is at war because I cannot tell what makes these men view me as something fragile. Even though Ian is not being strict like Dante and the rest, I still find it weird.
When we reach my door, I’m shivering so hard my keys jingle in my hand. I look at him, then at the dark, empty apartment behind me. The fear of that man in the suit is still clawing at my throat, and the thought of being alone in the silence is suddenly unbearable.
"I... I'm going to be a while in the shower," I mutter, pressing my spare key into his palm. It’s an impulsive move and the kind of move Dante would have killed me for. Trusting a stranger? It’s a de
