Page 67 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
I know I’ve heard Locke mention the place before. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. You put that fire out in record time. That’s excellent for a beginner. But you're strong, Raven. You got this.”
“Ok. You’re the teacher.”
She tosses an arm over my shoulder. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”
With my head spinning we walk back to the house, and I’m not even remotely prepared for what we walk into.
Chapter forty-eight
Raven
Istand in the opening of the patio, watching a partially naked Presley, and an almost fully clothed Declan tumble into a heap of limbs.
“What the hell is going on here?” I snap.
Presley laughs hysterically and shoves Declan off of her.
“It’s twister.” She points to the large white plastic mat beneath them, dotted with different color circles.
“I don’t remember that game involving taking off your clothes.” I stomp over to Declan. “What did you do to her?” I hiss.
“I didn’t do anything.” He stands. “Ask the Princess. It was her idea.”
I lift an eyebrow at Presley. “Is that true?”
“To be honest I thought I was better at it than this. I was just trying to get him out of that suit.” She laughs again, as she grabs her shirt from the floor. “Besides, he owes me.”
“Owes you?” I turn to Declan.
“Yeah. I helped him get something from the hospital.”
Declan’s body goes rigid as Presley steps into her pants. “It’s fine, Raven. It was just a game.”
I was just about to lay into Declan for obviously taking advantage of Presley’s giving nature but Locke, who I didn’t even know was here, speaks before I can.
“Declan.” His voice holds a tone I haven’t heard.
Declan grabs his suit jacket. “Don’t.”
Locke narrows his eyes. “I’m calling a meeting. Now.”
Declan hesitates, his eyes holding Locke’s before her briefly flickers them to Presley’s, then he’s gone.
Literally.
“That was…” Presley blinks. “Wasn’t he just…here?” She shakes her head. “I must be dizzy.”
She bends to pick up the mat and put it back in the box.
“You want to go out tonight?” I ask.
“Sure. I have no obligatory duties for the parents.” She tosses the box on the couch.
“I’m Frankie.” Frankie holds out a hand to Presley.
I would usually think nothing of it, but now that I know what she is, I watch her face.
