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Raven

Shit, I wasrunning late!

Last night I hadn’t been able to sleep properly, and I was paying for it! I ran down the stairs three at a time, jumping down the final six, and was about to rush to the door when Dad stepped out of the living room.

“This is a house, and I would appreciate you treating it like one,” he said curtly.

“I’m getting late, sorry!” I said, hurrying to the kitchen and going to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

I was about to reach for one when Dad snapped the fridge shut, missing my fingers by inches. I moved back, my heart skipping a beat as I looked at Dad, who was staring at me with a cold glare on his face. I glanced at Mom who turned her back on me and busied herself with making breakfast.

“This is my house and as long as you are living under my roof, you will obey my rules and that includes letting boys into your room.”

“Okay.” I didn’t have time for this. I needed to ask Liam or Uncle El when I could move out… I needed out.

“Raven!”

“What?”

“Are you showing me attitude?” Dad said, frowning coldly.

“I said okay, that I agree, no boys in my room.” I shook my head, leaving the kitchen empty-handed.

“Useless,” Dad muttered, and I glanced back over my shoulder. How was I useless?

I left the house, just glad to be out of there.

“Hey, Raven!” I looked up to see Taylor strolling over to me from the house next door. I smiled brightly.

“Hey.”

We fell into step. It was clear he was ready for training. As the elite group, I would train them, but there were other top warriors who headed the other training sessions. From what I could see, Taylor was one of those who taught some of the other lower groups.

“You know, it’s impressive to see you in this position,” he said.

“Thanks, I guess? Was it so hard to imagine? I’ve always been a tough one!” I said, showing him my biceps. He whistled.

“Damn, now those are some perfect muscles. I’m envious,” he said, tapping my arm as he grinned.

“Of course,” I said, glancing at his muscular arms. “You hold nothing in comparison.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” We both started laughing, just as someone called out to me.

“Raven!”

We stopped, turning to see Zack, the Delta, come jogging over. He was shirtless. His earring glinted in his left ear and his black hair tumbled over his forehead.

“Hey, guys…” he said, trailing off when he glanced at Taylor. Taylor’s heart was racing, and I could sense the tension between them.

“Hi…” I said, wondering what that was about.

“I’ll see you two around,” Taylor said suddenly, running off towards the training grounds. Weird.

“What is it?” I asked Zack, who was frowning slightly.

“Ah, yeah, sorry, we’re throwing a welcoming home bash for Liam. I mean, we didn’t really get to with everything that had happened,” Zack said, running his hands through his black hair.

“Oh, okay, and?” I asked.