Raven POV :
The music from the ball was muffled in the distance as I followed Henry—Prince Henry, as he liked to be called. The pressure in my chest was heavy, like something was sinking in my gut, but I couldn't stop. My feet moved almost of their own accord, my body betraying any sense of control I thought I had. My eyes never strayed from him, even as the crowd around us continued to swirl, their movements a blur. My pulse was racing, but not in the way it had before when I'd felt nervous or scared. This was something else—an overwhelming urge to stay close, to follow him.
I didn't know how or why, but my mind felt fogged. There was no other thought in my head but him, and with each passing second, I was more certain that whatever this was, I was losing myself.
