I turned back from the window slowly and looked at Raven Blackwood. He was still standing there, right at the door of my bedroom, not moving an inch. His face showed no signs of leaving.

"When are you going to leave?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, like it didn't matter, like I wasn't scared of him.

Raven didn't even blink his eyes as he answered. "Two days later."

I stared at him, startled. Was he serious? Two days? Or did I hear it wrong? I still asked. "What?"

"Two days later," he ...