Raven’s POV
“You were right. I shouldn’t have gone down there.” I admit to Liam, as he sits me safely down in an old leather chair, in what looks like what used to be our grandfather’s study.
In return, Liam gave me a sheepish smile, before he turned his back on me and began to walk towards a masculine carved oak desk sitting at the far end of the study. Watching him stepping behind it, I quickly noticed the numerous amounts of books piled on the desk, some opened and some closed, as if someone had been looking for something specific.
“The world our mother raised you in, versus the world she ran from, couldn’t be any more polar opposites. She wanted to protect you from what she had to endure prior to leaving this place, and I can’t help but want to do the same too.” He wholeheartedly
