Chapter 54 The Ivory Knife
- Raven
- I woke to an empty bed.
- Neil’s warmth was gone, replaced by the faint chill of the early morning air. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as my heart sank. The spot where he had lain beside me was cold now, his scent already fading. All that remained was a pile of modern clothes folded neatly on the chair by the window and a scrap of paper resting on top.