Mrs Riley's POVI set my glass down slowly, buying time as my mind raced. How long had he been there? What had he heard? More importantly, how had he gotten into my home?

Raphael stepped fully into my room, the light from my desk lamp casting shadows across his

face. He looked so much like his grandfather – the same sharp jawline, the same knowing eyes. It made me hate him even more.

"Since when do you address me by my first name?" I asked coldly, straightening my back.

He smiled, but it ...