Raven Blackwood’s Pov:

One hour later…

“Valerie!!” I was in disbelief as I saw the woman who was supposed to be downstairs, enjoying the party with the fruit juice I sent her a while ago. But no, she was here, exactly where she was not supposed to be. Fucking tied to a chair, dressed in messy clothes with her messy hair.

There was no trace of Valerie, the woman I knew of, on her face and body.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her with a deep breath.

She moved her head to the ...