Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne And Raven

Kane. Kane: Mercer is trying to run. We have eyes on him. Orders? I typed back with steady fingers. Damien: Let him run. Track every move. I want to see where he goes. Then I walked to the bedroom. Riven stirred when I entered, blinking up at me in the low light. “Damien? What time is it?” I stood in the doorway, not moving closer. “I know.” He sat up slowly. “Know what?” “Everything.”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Damien still didn't respond, but his gaze finally met mine-blank, guarded, waiting for me to continue. "Why were you smoking and drinking?" I asked, my tone more serious now. "You look terrible. Did something happen?" Damien let out a deep sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I'm just... lost." "You won't be if you open up to me," I said gently. "You know you can tell me anything." He flinched-subtle, but I caught it-before turning back toward his desk and taking his seat. "It's just the Raven," he said, his voice tight. "That's all. And I don't want you to worry. You're already dealing with your own family issues."

"Yes, Kayler Brown lived in the house on the left, but he fell in love with Carolina Lane when she first moved here with her mother. Just like you. Well, that’s what my mom told me." "I see." So Damian lived in the house on the right, where I saw all those kids swimming. "And how old is Cristine?" "She's young, only thirteen. Damian is seventeen." I nodded, thinking I had already learned too much, just hoping Lana wouldn’t think poorly of me. "Have you seen any dangerous animals around here?" Lana hesitated a bit before answering. "No, just a few common wolves, but they’re harmless, believe me." I narrowed my eyes.

“You think I haven’t been scorched already?” Raven’s lips curved. “Not by me.” Across the room, Damian’s glass cracked in his hand. The sound broke the tension like thunder slicing through heat. “Enough,” he growled, low and primal. Vivienne, lounging against the doorway, smirked. “Why, Damian? Afraid you’re no longer the only one pulling strings in this game?” His gaze snapped to her. “I’m not afraid of losing control. I’m afraid of what happens when I let go.”

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His eyes, dark and intense, held mine for a long, agonizing moment before he turned his attention back to me. “Damien, I…” I began, my voice trembling. He walked closer to me, closing the distance between us until we were just a breath apart. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, locked onto mine, and I knew in that instant there was no turning back from this confrontation. It was either my last day, or a day I would lose a part of myself I didn’t even know I could afford to sacrifice. “Raven!” he growled, his voice low and guttural, his breath fanning across my face.

For an explanation that should come naturally but somehow doesn’t. “Oh—right,” Diana says, smiling as though nothing is out of place. “Remember when I told you about our mutual friend ? It’s Troy.” Her smile widens when she says his name. Not the polite kind. The genuine one. She seems to suddenly be in a good mood That same tight feeling coils again in my chest. “Troy,” I repeat slowly, looking at him and he winks at me . Same careless confidence he’s always had. Before I can ask anything else, before I can connect whatever loose threads are tugging at my attention, Bonnie walks in.

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