She frowns then. “That wasn’t Dom?”
“Dom?” I repeat, offended. “Has that fucker been taking credit for all the gifts I picked out for you over the years?”
She laughs and places her hand on my arm, squeezing. “No, I suppose I was just making baseless assumptions. I love this, Ares. I truly, truly love this. This is my favorite presentever. I can’t wait to draw my next few designs on it.”
I smile as she turns it on and starts to mess around with the settings. “Do you ever relax, though? You’re always working, Raven. I don’t know many people who work more than I do, but you’re definitely one of them. It isn’t healthy.”
She merely shrugs. “It’s fine. Working keeps my mind occupied. I prefer it that way.”
I stare at her for a moment. “What is it you’re running from?”
Raven tenses and smiles brightly, yet her eyes are filled with a haunted expression. “Hey, she seems to love the necklace. I told you, didn’t I?”
I chuckle and push the swing away from the floor with my feet. Her way of changing the subject whenever she’s faced with a question she doesn’t want to answer will never cease to amuse me.
“Yes, you picked well. Thank you.” I glance at her with a smile on my face. She’s so ridiculously beautiful. I can definitely see why she’s so famous. Hannah is pretty, but more in a girl-next-door kind of way. She’s highly suitable for a variety of roles, and she’s an amazing actress, but objectively speaking, Raven truly is something else in terms of beauty.
“You really do need to take a break every once in a while, Raven. Let me take you to the beach tomorrow morning,” I tell her. “Do you still enjoy watching the sunrise?”
She looks down at her lap. “You’re staying over tonight?”
I nod. “I figured it’d be easiest if I’m drinking.”
Raven looks away, her side profile every bit as beautiful as the rest of her. It makes no sense that she’s been single for so long.
“I think I’ll head back to my apartment tonight. That way, one of Hannah’s friends can have my room.”
I nod, oddly disappointed. Just as I’m about to offer to hang out with her some other day, Hannah calls my name. I look up, and Raven shoos me away.
“Ares!” Hannah repeats, holding out her hand.
I sigh as I get to my feet, glancing back at Raven once, but she’s already got her nose buried in her new tablet.
The closer we get to the wedding, the more I feel like Raven is avoiding me. I can’t figure out why she’s distancing herself from me lately, but I do know I hate it.
ChapterSeven
Raven
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The heavily guarded gates at the Windsor Mansion swing open as I drive toward it, my license plate registering automatically. I haven’t been able to get myself out of the funk I’m in, and I’m hoping that Sierra can distract me.
All I’ve been able to think about all week is Ares. I keep thinking of the way he smiled at me when he gave me my new tablet, and the happiness I saw in his eyes when he saw how much I loved it. I hate that he keeps giving me hope without even realizing it. It’s in every thoughtful move, every moment we share. My thoughts have been tormenting me lately, my mind conjuring images of him in my parents’ house with Hannah, the two of them reciting their vows, him kissing her in bed in the bedroom next to mine. My mind is intent on torturing me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I just want to forget.
I can’t even remember the last time I stayed at home when Ares was there. I run a hand through my hair and sigh. No, that’s a lie. I can vividly remember the sounds coming from Hannah’s bedroom. Our rooms are right next to each other, and both of our beds are pressed against the same wall. I heard them together, all night.
It was years ago, yet I still can’t get myself to stay at my parents’ when I know Ares will be staying over. I can’t do it.
“Raven, sweetheart,” Grandma Anne says when I walk in.
I smile when she holds her arms out and walk straight into her embrace. “Grandma,” I murmur, hugging her tightly.
She strokes my back soothingly, and I smile as I breathe in her distinct lavender scent. “Rough day, huh?”
“Rough week,” I tell her.