Raven POV
I waited until I was sure the figure in the shadows was gone, and then I made my move. I moved quietly, my footsteps careful, almost silent against the plush carpet as I tiptoed toward the door. It felt wrong, as though something inside me was still tethered to the darkness in that room, but I couldn't stay there. I didn't know who the masked man was or why he had been watching me, but I had to get out.
I didn't want to think about it — not yet. Not while my heart was still thumping with fear. But there was one thing I did know: whoever he was, he had to be someone from the summit. Someone who had seen what had happened with the prince.
God, I just hope I didn't hurt him. The last thing I needed was an angry vampire prince on my tail, especially when I already had enough people who hated me to last a lifetime. A vampire prince with a vendetta would be the last straw.
