Raven Blackwood's POV:

The moment she stepped inside the penthouse, it was like watching someone walk into a candy colored fever dream. She stepped inside shockingly quiet for someone whose face had been whining in the car about how bored she was. And no, I didn't say a word about it. I just followed her in with Elvis and Eliot behind me, like we were her silent entourage or something.

I could practically feel her heart stop the second her eyes scanned the place. And great, now she was acting ...