Chapter 33

• Raven's POV:
• Seated at my desk, I couldn't help but notice Mirabelle's furtive glances in my direction as she sat across from me. A small, private smile tugged at my lips as I absently traced the tender mark on my neck - Azrael's claim pulsing just beneath the surface. Just the mere memory of last night was enough to set my pulse fluttering deliriously.
• "When did you get a tattoo?" Mirabelle finally asked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she eyed the reddened mark decorating the hollow of my throat.