Page 38 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
She glances around me. “She’s special, Sullivan.”
“I know she is.” I jerk back from her hold. “What are you playing at, Angeline?”
“It’s her twenty first birthday right?” She asks.
How would she know that?
I glare at her. “Yes.”
She tightens the poncho around her shoulders when the breeze picks up. “The protective hold will lift at midnight. You need to have her out of here before then.”
I haven’t spoken to my mother in years and she shows up with this? Some bullshit about a protective hold?
“Is someone threatening her?” I take a step towards her.
She stands taller. “No, but they will be.” She closes her eyes. “There’s a lot you don’t know, son. A lot she doesn’t either. But I knew she would find you. I knew she would be the one.”
Voices filter behind us and she quickly steps away.
“I don’t understand.” I move to her again.
How does she know about my Raven?
“Tonight, her true nature will manifest.” She leans in close to my ear. “You can’t let him get to her.”
“Who?” I ask in confusion.
Here eyes widen as she brushes past me, but I catch her elbow, saying words I never thought I would say.
“Please.”
“The spot behind her ear.” She meets my eyes. “It’s a small bird?”
I frown. “How did you know about her tattoo?”
“It’s not a tattoo. It’s a birthmark.” She pulls from my grip, leaving me with a million more questions than answers.
Chapter twenty-eight
Raven
“Raven, right?”
I glance up to see the guy who appeared in class a few weeks ago. The one who had been in a heated discussion with Locke.
“Yeah.” I stuff my camera into the bag. “Kingston?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He shoves his hands into his gray dress pants.
I cast a look to his face. Brown eyes and light brown hair. Almost a golden blonde. It’s lighter than Locke’s, but now that I’m actually looking at him, they sort of favor. Same jawline. But different noses. He looks a little younger. Maybe late twenties or early thirties.
I open my mouth to speak when he suddenly removes his hands and gives me a nervous smile. “Have a good evening.”
When I stand up right, I notice Locke and Declan heading in my direction.
The look on his face has all of my alarm bells going off.
“What’s wrong?” I reach for Locke’s forearm.
