Searing

Petra

I was surprised when Jaxon texted me to ask that I come over to his house. I mean, he told me we'd hang, but I didn’t think he was serious, and also why his house? It could be anywhere else but his house.

In the Uber on the way to his house, I pondered on the phone call Dalton received, what induction were they talking about, and what bad news got him so furious?

Then it struck me. The way I’d reacted when I saw the Raven sketch on the paper, Jaxon was suspicious of me. He thought I knew something and was keeping it, and now he wants to extract information from me.

At that point, i should ask the driver to turn the car around and take me home, but my curiosity was overpowering. I wanted to know more. The information I couldn’t get from Dalton, maybe I’d get from Jaxon.

The car pulled to a stop in front of a relatively modest house. The only ostentatious thing about it was the wrought iron gate blocking off the driveway, but that was ubiquitous in this neighborhood.

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