Raven’s POV

I tried.

Every time I saw Yara, I tried to speak to her and tried to make her understand that I never meant for any of this to happen. But she refused to listen.

The first time, she walked past me without a word.

The second time, she met my eyes with a coldness that I had never seen before. “You got what you wanted,” she said. “What more do you want from me?”

I shook my head. “Yara, please.”

“Do not speak my name,” she snapped. “You do not deserve to say it.”

The third time, I found her alone, staring out of one of the windows...