Raphael's POV

I stood by the window, silently slipping my watch onto my wrist as the early morning sun filtered through the curtains, resting on my skin. My jaw was clenched and my movements were accurate, deliberate. Diana leaned against the doorway, her arms folded, looking at me with concern in her eyes.

"Are you sure you're not going to rethink going there yourself?" she asked softly. "You know, take someone with you, or wait until we have more evidence?"

I turned to her, my ...