CHAPTER 22

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)

“We meet again so soon. Looks like no one is saving you now,”

My gaze drafts between Philip and his friends—I nearly facepalm. Just great! A day at the stadium wasn't enough, I just had to meet them here too. I look around, people have started betting on the next race, so no one is paying attention to us. I look back at the gang.

“What are you losers doing here?”

Philip's eyes go foggy with wrath and with his jaw clenched, he steps forward, his friends following suit. “There’s no one here who will save you, princess,”

“Hello,” Irene snaps her fingers in his face. “I believe I'm not invisible,”

Philip looks like he's ready to claw both our faces at the way his shoulders go up and down in blazing anger. “The more the merrier,”

“Hey-” Irene moves forward but I grab her forehand and hold her back. When she looks at me questioningly, I shake my head. If a fight breaks out, things are going to look dirty. I silently pull her with me backward while Philips and his ga