Raven asked, "What time did Mia leave?" His voice was calm, but the question was unexpected.

Azzmi paused for a moment before answering.

"Around 5 p.m."

"Cool," Raven responded, stepping closer, his presence dominating the room as he adjusted his belt.

For a brief second, Azzmi’s eyes wandered, noting how his clothes fit, the shape of his body. A warmth started to rise inside her, but she quickly looked away, trying to focus.

Raven, unfazed, took his time. His movements seemed slow, ...