Chapter 34

• Clark
• I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. At first, I thought I was just intrigued by Raven. She had this air about her, a quiet intensity that drew me in like a moth to a flame. But it was more than that. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized it wasn’t just her strength or her beauty that fascinated me—it was the way she moved through the world, so calculated, so deliberate. She was always three steps ahead of everyone else. And I admired that. I admired her, despite the dark secret that I carried with me.
• I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning, thinking about the mess I was in. I’d killed her. Not in the way people think of murder, but I was the one behind the wheel the night she died. The accident had shattered everything. And yet, here she was, reborn, alive again. Just like me. The fact that we were both back didn’t feel like a coincidence, and I was terrified of what that meant.