15
RAVEN
Moments earlier.
“Good.You’re going home… Smart move,” I murmur, watching him swagger across the road and reach the entrance.
He wears the same clothes. Sharp suit, no tie. No coat. If there’s a coat, he left it in his car. And why did he park his sports car in front of my house?
I know it’s a public road. He can park wherever he wants, and I can’t stop him.
But still… He’s trying to make a point.
It’s rude, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Plus, I have no car, so the road is empty.
He can choose whatever he wants. But I’d prefer not to have his car in front of my house.
It’s not like he’s coming this way.
Or spends the night here.
I hope it hasn’t crossed his mind.
I didn’t make a secret that I was home, watching him. I don’t need to pretend. I don’t need to hide.
I owe him nothing. Despite owing him everything, my new life and bank account included.
I spin around, move away from the window, and prop the baseball bat against the wall behind the door before entering the kitchen.
I clean the table, pour myself another cup of tea, set it on a tray along with a plate of brownies, and grab the box of chocolates.
I turn off the radio, and leave the light above the stove on before making sure the back door is locked, and retreating upstairs.
I can see his house from the second floor, and I can also see the lights at his place. And the entrance.
I set everything on the bed, shed my robe, and slide under the covers. Pull my treats closer and start munching on them.
See, I knew I forgot something.
Annoyed, I roll off the bed, and barefoot, I go back downstairs.
I pick up my phone, exit the kitchen, let the candles burn in the living room, and return to the bedroom.
I spend about ten minutes reading headlines on my phone.
It’s way past one in the morning when something catches my eye. A silhouette tears away from his house, heading this way.
No, no.
“Please tell me you’re not coming here…” I mumble, shooting upright while watching him reach the road.
He veers left before rounding my house.
I leap out of my bed and rush downstairs.
He knocks loudly on my door.
He sure has some nerve, showing up at this time of night.