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The moment she let out a gasp and faked a dizzy spell was the moment I knew I had made a mistake. Raven's love for books was evident in the way she threw herself into reading the historical book about stags with the title, “The existence of the great stag,” which she came across. I had to close the book shut myself. She resumed browsing the shelves and gushing over the books. “Can't I just live here?” She asked. I sighed for the umpteenth time, “Raven we may or may not even be allowed to be in here right now.” “Fine, fine. Let's go.”

I say, “we start with the beginning. The Warren bloodline. The Hallow. And why you were hidden.” The barn smells like dust, old wood, and the faintest trace of sage from rituals long past. Raven stands in the center of the room, arms wrapped around herself, eyes scanning every corner like she’s trying to memorize it all at once. She looks so much like Delaney in this moment it hurts. I clear my throat and walk to the old cabinet against the wall. The hinges creak as I open it, revealing a stack of worn books, a few relics wrapped in cloth, and an old leather‑bound photo album. Raven’s eyes follow my hands. “What’s that?”

Raven sounded a little confused, and still looked embarrassed. Heather put her book on the table and pushed it in front of Raven. There was a small picture on the front, just like most of Raven's Braille books. The picture looked like a little blonde girl wearing a homemade Superman -- Supergirl, I suppose -- costume. The title was Robin's Great Adventures. At the bottom of the picture I could barely make out the words "A story by", then in larger letters "Raven Tipton".

Amidst the silence, Meredith suddenly muttered, "Eh, let's see, there's a dusty book in the corner over there. It looks interesting." Raven approached the shelf and picked up a worn-looking book with a brown leather cover. Suddenly, a cold wind blew softly around her, making her hair stand up. "Wow, why is it suddenly so cold?" said Raven softly. Maya, who was standing next to her, shrugged. "Maybe it's a leaking air conditioner?" Raven smiled a little, then refocused on the book in her hand. When she opened it, she found a strange handwritten note with ancient symbols.

Everyone inside the room can't contain their nervousness. "Then we must seek," the shadow speak, before he clasp his hands,"seek for code R. A. Do whatever you can, do not fail me or you'll meet your death. Find him, and bring his head to me." ~~ On the other hand, Raven got his pay from the chicken delivery shop. It was ten pm and his out of the shift. Before going out of the shop, he bought half of the chicken box and paid. He pulled out his keys and got out of the shop; walks towards a motorcycle. He put his helmet and on and off he goes.

It was too vivid, too real to dismiss. It pleasured me against my will, forcing a release that left me shaking and hollowed out. No amount of silver, no holy scripture, could stop it. I’m tired. I’ve tried everything, yet I can’t escape this life. I am a monster.” --- Clap! The sound of a sharp clap echoed through the room as the book slammed shut. The figure holding the book lingered for a moment. It then used his fingers to trace over the worn leather cover and the grooves of the embossed initials: R.H.—Raven’s diary.

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

Eyes gazing over at Jace, she recalled their last conversation, she had requested for him to help with the trial, along with attorney Linton, he was one of the best in the state. After settling down, Raven decided to leave the meeting. “I’ll leave you both to it.” Not bothering to glance at Jace, she moved to her room. One thing Raven was used to was being alone, she didn’t have friends in reality, her friendships were more on a professional level with little intimacy. Pacing round the room, her gaze met with the old journal on the table, she recently brought it out of her box after she learnt about Mrs. Potts death—she had purchased the book after learning about Raven’s desire for writing.

Maybe it had been nothing to him. Raven forced the thought away. She ducked into the old storage room that sat behind the maintenance stairwell, a place she knew from a previous sweep, from days when she’d memorized every inch of this club hoping to find proof. It was mostly empty now, but she wasn’t here for dust or cobwebs. She was here for the coded shipping manifests she’d overheard Dante mention on a phone call. Something about an incoming shipment, too high profile for even the main floor to be trusted.

The engagement ring caught the morning sunlight, throwing tiny rainbows across the polished marble floor. It sparkled beautifully. It still felt like a pair of handcuffs. Victor Ashbourne stood beside the fireplace with a tablet in his hands. Arthur Ashbourne occupied the leather chair near the window, reviewing several financial reports spread neatly across a coffee table. Neither man greeted Thalia. Arthur spoke first without looking up from the documents. "Our shares opened six-point-two percent higher this morning." Victor glanced at his tablet before responding. "The Ravenhart Group gained five-point-eight percent." Arthur allowed himself a satisfied nod.