“Don’t. I don’t regret the time we had together, even though it was just a distraction for you. I’m just sorry that you got involved when you had a mate. Now, goodbye, Damon. Leave.” She turned her back to me, and I nodded. She was a brave one. Although she was nineteen, she was so damn mature…
“There’s one more thing. There’s something that we… that I need your help with, and there’s no one else I can really ask. We just need a little insight into what a text might mean,” I said hesitantly.
“First of all, make up your damn mind. Is it I or we?” She asked, turning back towards me with a frown on her pretty face.
Damn, I forgot how feisty she could get if you crossed her. I ran a hand down my face.
“We. Raven and I.”
“Does she know you’re asking for my help?”
“Yeah, we just want your intake on it.”
“Fine, then just pass her whatever you need help with. She lives here at the packhouse. I’d rather talk to her than you,” she replied in a clipped manner. I smiled slightly.
“Thanks.”
She didn’t reply. I left the room, staring down at the keys in my hand.Do I give the keyring back?
Deciding against it, I headed back home slowly. If Robyn still had her key, then who could it have been? Had Raven imagined it?
I unlocked the front door and saw both Liam and Raven still looking around the kitchen. Raven glanced atme when I walked into the kitchen, but Liam, who had just taken out Mom’s pillbox, was frowning thoughtfully. He opened it up, looking down at the pills.
“Does anything look different in here?” He asked, holding it out to me. I walked over and looked inside.
“They all look fine,” I said, shaking my head.
“Still, take them to get checked. We can’t risk it,” Liam said, frowning.
“Maybe I did imagine it,” Raven murmured, looking worried. “Maybe there was nothing here, but I swear I felt watched at one point...”
“I doubt that you imagined it. If you heard the door, someone was here. Maybe it wasn’t the killer, but we can’t really take chances,” Liam said, frowning. Opening the back door, he stepped outside, scanning the garden once more.
“I agree, we can’t take chances,” I added, sighing.
“I think we should get cameras installed within the pack grounds, too,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his hair before he turned back to me. “Assign guards to watch this house. You’re often not around; Aunty Monica can’t be left alone.” I nodded as Liam stepped inside again, locking the door. “Get the damn locks changed, too.”
“I will. It’s nice to see you care,” I said with a smirk. He raised his brow, his scar catching my attention.
“I care for Aunty Monica. Don’t get the wrong fucking idea,” he growled.
Nah, you still love me deep down, bro.
Raven smiled as she watched us, and I couldn’t resist smiling too. Things were looking a little better.
Once again, we became serious. We were no closer to knowing who could be behind this than we were an hour ago.
“I’m going to go grab my stuff,” Raven said, leaving the room and leaving Liam and me alone. Suddenly, the kitchen seemed a tad fucking too small for both of us.
“She told you about the curse, right? I hope you’re not pitying me right now because I don’t need that,” he said coldly.
“Nothing to pity because we will get to the bottom of it and break it,” I said, shrugging.
“Delusional. You should be happy, though, right? I mean, if I die… Raven’s all yours.” My eyes flashed, and it took all of my fucking self-control not to punch him across that goddamn face of his to knock some sense into him.
“The fact that you think I’d even think that... I guess you really have forgotten what kind of person I am. You know I’d die for you if I had to,” I said quietly.
“Yet you can’t reject her for me.” I felt a sharp stab of pain, staring at him. Would rejecting Raven help him? Because I would do anything for him. I wished he’d fucking see that. “Thought not,” he said, smirking coldly before walking out of the kitchen, his aura rolling off him. It was different; I could feel the darkness swirling around him this time. Raven paused on the bottom step, looking between us as she clutched her bag.