Raven’ s POV
“I’m going to kill you, witch!” Chase growled while he pounded his fists off the door, but quickly retracted them, taking a step back as he hissed.
Holding his hands in front of him, he slowly opened them, allowing me to see what looked like steam rolling off the palms of his hands. Noticing that I was watching him, he quickly lowered his hands from my sight, before he moved across the room to the window.
With slight hesitation, he reached for the closed window but barely grazed the sill with the tips of his fingers, before he once again retracted his hands. This time, though, it wasn’t a hiss that accompanied his pain, but instead a low growl that shook the floorboards beneath our feet.
The word “silver” mumbled under his breath, while he began to look around the room f
