RAVEN

I had spent at least a day or two in the clutches of Tony’s men, which was hard to tell when I had very little concept of time since the moment I was kidnapped. And now the bastard had requested I join him for dinner. Supposedly he wanted to talk to me about something important, but that was debatable.

Tony sat across from me eating a steak and rambling on about God knows what. I wasn’t listening to him. Nothing spewing out of his mouth was even important ...