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That same anger flared through me at the sight of them as I walked into the kitchen, where three mugs of hot chocolate stood on the table. I clenched my jaw, watching Raven pat the bandage gently.

“There. Honestly, you should be careful,” she scolded.

I hated how she could be close to him without even her getting all nervous, and then when I was around her… I looked away, feeling my anger rising, and took a seat.

“I’m glad you’re not injured,” she said, placing her hand on my shoulder. Our eyes met, and I frowned, looking away.

“What did you hear?” I asked coldly, tensing when she ran her hand through my wet locks before taking the seat next to me.

“I was about to head upstairs with Sparks-” Damon and I looked at her questioningly, and she sighed, pointing to a torn-up teddy. “Sparks.” I frowned. I remembered him.

“I remember that ugly thing. Didn’t you get the wool from a cushion Mom was going to chuck out?” I asked. Her eyes snapped to mine, her heart thudding, and I saw the glitter of what looked a lot like tears in them. She pressed her lips together and nodded with a small, shaky smile.

“Yeah… that’s where I got it from,” she whispered.

I always noticed you, Raven. I just wish I had noticed there was so much more going on…

She looked away, as if just realising where we were. She placed one mug in front of Damon, who sat across from us, before placing the other two in front of me and her.

“I was heading up and that’s when I heard the door shut ever so quietly. That back door always made that slight crunching sound where it scuffed the tiles, so I knew it was the back door… but when I came in here, there was no one.”

I looked around sharply, a sudden chilling thought coming to me. Just as Raven was about to take a sip, I placed my hand over the top of the mug, stopping her, her lips meeting my hand instead.

“Don’t drink anything. From the autopsies, we found that the poison that shuts down the body is first administered. If someone was here… for all we know, it could have been the killer.”

Realisation

Raven

“Let’s have a look around, just in case,” Liam said quietly.

The moment he took my mug off me, all three of us stood up. Damon scanned the kitchen before looking at the back door.

“How did they even get in?” He murmured more to himself than us.

“The door was unlocked,” I said, scanning the ground to see if there were any footprints or anything.

“The door was definitely locked. I always check and hide the keys so Momma doesn’t wander out.”

“You check the kitchen, see if anything looks out of place. Although you are so fucking messy, I doubt you’d even realise if anything is out of place,” Liam remarked.

“I cleaned the kitchen today…” Damon almost sounded like he was complaining.

“Hard to believe,” Liam replied, looking around the fairly clean kitchen. “I’ll take a look outside.” It was almost like old times with their friendly banter. I just hoped that this could become permanent.

“How is the drug administered?” Damon asked. “Did Esteban say?”

“Nah, he said it could be in any way. The thing is, even if it’s injected or taken orally, we wouldn’t know as we heal pretty fast. Before the organs start shutting down, whatever way it’s administered would be healed over.”

“So it depends. If it was the killer, they would choose something tha-” I was cut off when Damon swore.

“Wait… for anyone to get in without a break-in means there has to be a copy of a key, right?” He murmured as if a sudden thought had come to him. “I’ll be right back.” Liam frowned as Damon rushed into the hall, pulling on some sneakers before leaving the house quickly. Liam and I exchanged looks.

“Guess someone else had a key, too?” Liam remarked, turning his back as he opened one of the cupboards. Robyn… wow…

Don’t go there, Raven.

But I couldn’t deny that it really hurt to know that they had been so close. Maybe it was to keep an eye on Aunty M… it wasn’t like I was there, neither as a mate nor as a friend.