Rain
Rose trembled after hearing her voice, jerking her head to Raven’s direction, she exclaimed.
“You scared me!”
“When did you get here?” She asked sharply.
“Yesterday,” she replied, scratching the back of her head, and Raven strode forward to get a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping it down, her eyes studied Roselyn.
She was about the same age as Raven, but her tender figure made her appear younger than she was, her red hair was packed up in a ponytail and her skin—paler than usual.
“You heard right?” Raven remarked sympathetically, landing the bottle gently on a surface.