Raven knew something now—after the punch he had given to that guard, which he wasn't supposed to. He was certain he could do anything just for her to stay by his side, and he knew he was in deep risk. He was the risk. He knew he would risk himself, knowing that sooner or later, they would find out she was a mermaid.
At first, he had simply told himself the reason he allowed her in was because she was a mermaid, and it would be better if he kept a close eye on her as he could not send her away.
She was also helpful because she understood the foreign language they did not. But as time passed, he kept ignoring the main reason. Today proved he could not ignore any longer. It wasn't like he had never killed before—he had killed lots of people. But never had he punched his own man, his own werewolves. He wasn't even the type to take things seriously.
He felt her hands rub softly through his hair as he slowly caressed it. His face pressed against her lower flat stomach.
