When the jet landed on the private strip, it was almost night. The night sky was dark, full of grey clouds, as if it were about to rain soon.

Worst thing? I didn’t know where I was.

Raven stood up and held out his hand for me to hold. I looked at his hand for a while with no intention of holding it. But he didn’t mind as he reached out and grabbed my hand and walked out of the jet.

I felt nervous, not because he was holding my hand, but because of the clothes I was wearing. When I had ...