Chapter 85

Twyla raced to the door. She looked for the shadows but there was only Raven.

Twyla slammed into the vampire, hugging her with all she had.

"Raven, you're okay," Twyla cried.

"I didn't realise you cared, human," Raven drawled but Twyla could hear the smile in her voice. 

"Wait," Twyla said, slowly. She pushed off the spymaster. Blood of all colours dripped off them both.

Raven looked at her with an expression Twyla had never seen.

"Raven…"

Still, she wouldn't say anything.

"Raven. Where is he?"

"He is alive, Twyla," Raven soothed, more gentle than she had ever been.

Twyla processed that. He was alive. Her heart felt lighter. But then why was Raven saying it like that?

"What aren't you telling me?" Twyla demanded.

"It will be better if you just see for yourself," Raven suggested.

Twyla could see that she wasn't going to get anywhere. "Let's go."