Chapter 7

• Emerson
• The early morning air was thick and still. The sky outside was dark, only the faintest hint of light creeping along the horizon, signaling that dawn was still a while off. I stirred in bed, caught between sleep and wakefulness when I heard the door to my room open softly and close just as quietly.
• “Raven?” I mumbled, my voice hoarse from sleep. My first instinct was to think it was her, finally coming to me after the icy silence we’d shared since our wedding night.