Ninety Four

Raven

I stood by the window, fixated on the bustling street below as people hurried back and forth. Vlad's desperation to retrieve the staff was becoming more evident, evident in his suppressed anger and edgy behavior.

Small things would annoy him now, and our conversations would often turn into arguments. The staff had consumed his thoughts, and the abduction had left him on edge. It was clear that his life was at stake, aside from his father's.

One day, when I tried to discuss telling my dad about our situation, he snapped at me, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Listen, blood," he said, trying to control his temper. "I know how important finding the staff is to you, but it's not easy for me either. You have to understand. This situation is tearing us apart. Look at where we are now, separated from our families. I can't even tell my dad where I am. I should be in school right now, preparing for my aptitude test."

His gaze softened, and he reached out to cup my chin. "I'm sorry, baby,