Raven's Kiss
na's
looks on the faces of his workers when he walked out of his house with me. Fear. Curiosity. Confusion. They stood straighter the moment they saw him, like his presence alon
rrogant
sed to be my life now? Am I meant to shrink around him the way th
o
awakening if he thinks
Every second stretches, snaps, stretches again. S
turn his head. "
d. Like I'm a commercial he
when I'm talking to you," I
I can look at you properly," he replies
ck at me. Everything with him feels like a
r a moment, still not lookin
e or if it's just another tactic to keep the upper han
mutual friend and you
ell me, you could h
e me the chance to," I snap.
I try to distract myself-counting streetlights, tracing raindrops on the glass, breathing d
a car with a ma
absolutely
ke-maybe even somethin
stranger I'm s
st tig
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