"RAVEN!!!"
The voice rang like a thunderclap through the courtyard, slicing through the tension like a blade.
Raven had only a second to brace before—
Thump!
A solid little fist collided with his chest—not with strength, but with emotion.
Clara came at him like a storm bottled up for far too long.
Her golden eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with something heavier—frustration, relief, and anger… all tangled in the kind of affection that only came after a long wait.
"You bastard!" She shouted, her fists hitting his chest again. "Do you know what kind of hell you left behind?!"
Raven blinked slowly, then sighed.
The girl who yelled at everyone but him was screaming at him. That showed how much she had suffered.
But she wasn't done.
