CHAPTER 61

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)

It has been hours since Damien brought me to his penthouse. I lost track of the time as I sat on the bed, my back resting against the wall, my knees folded to my chest, and my arms wrapped around them.

Everything seems to happen so fast that I can’t keep up. So many questions swirl around in my head until it feels like there is a dark pall over it as if it is about to rain, and I have no idea where to begin. I’m not usually struck by what happens around me or astounded to this extent, but this has taken me completely by surprise.

“Have some water.”

I nearly shrink and snap out of my thoughts to find Damien standing at the edge of the bed with a glass of water. I didn't even know when he came in.

He sighs when I don't bother to move a muscle. He moves to the single cushions beside the bed and sits down, placing the glass of water on the table. Calmly, he leans back and crosses one leg over the other. "Instead of keeping them struck up in your head, you can ask."