Raven’s POV

What the fuck was I thinking when I said that?

Maybe it’s starting to look that way? Maybe that’s how I mean it?

Fuck.

Shit, what is wrong with me?

I stand with my head on the edge of the brick wall and rhythmically bang my forehead against the bricks along the roof. I know it will leave a mark, but I could care less at the moment. Why on earth did I say that? Where did those words even come from?

I owe a ...