Page 47 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“The Princess is fast asleep.” Declan comes strutting down the hall. “And there may possibly be an unconscious neighbor.”
“Great,” Locke mumbles.
Before I can speak again, the front door opens, and two guys walk in.
“You called?” The guy with the long dark braid asks.
“We have a situation,” Locke says, his eyes narrowing on the other man, who I’m just now recognizing as the man outside of my apartment building.
“A situation," I scoff. “Wow.”
“This is serious, Raven. You were almost killed tonight. This is my team.”
“Team?” I try to pry from his death grip. “You literally teach mythology.”
“Hey, I’m Hendrix.” The tall man with a shaved head steps to me and offers his hand.
Where the hell did he come from?
A low growl sounds from behind me and Hendrix steps back. “Woah, dude.”
“Don’t touch her,” Locke stays so calmly it’s almost eerie.
“Oh, fuck," The guy with the black hair mutters. “You got to be kidding me.”
My head starts to ache, a dull throb starting at the back of my head.
When I attempt to step away, he spins me around. “I will explain everything. I promise. I’m still me.”
His eyes are sincere, but my logic is fighting. It’s screaming this is insane. Unnatural.
“I want to check on Presley.” I swallow.
His eyes search mine for a moment before he finally nods his head and lets me go.
Chapter thirty-four
Raven
Isit on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed, watching Presley sleep like a stage four creeper. Maybe if I just lay down with her and fall asleep, I will wake back up and this will all be a dream. Presley would be up informing me about something unrelated to anything in particular and maybe Locke wouldn’t be my professor. He would just be a hot guy on a motorcycle. Oh, and fully human. As in not a canine with giant fangs and a full on fur coat.
“Raven.” The soft voice flows from the doorway and I turn to see Autumn.
“Come on in.” I wave. “She’s sleeping.”
She has a small tote bag with her, and she places it on the bed next to me. “Locke wanted me to check you out. You cool?”
I nod, glancing down at my torn shirt with slight embarrassment.
“Anything hurt?” She asks.
“Not really.” I bend my arm, showcasing a nasty cut on my elbow. “This stings a little, other than that it’s fine.”
“I’ll clean it up.” She unzips a pouch. “Your face didn’t cut. Might bruise though.”
I watch her sort through the items. Like she does this everyday. Like Locke gives orders and everyone just follows them. Makes a phone call and everyone shows up.
“Are you a nurse or something?” I ask as she unpacks some gauze and bandages.
