Lucian's POV
After having a bath and changing into fresh clothes, Jason and I headed straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Roman joined us as well. We had a little guy with us now, and his first meal in the home should be like a feast.
We had traveled together for almost twenty-four hours, eating only outside food. Raven ate everything without any complaint, so it was difficult to guess what he actually liked. Neither did he talk when I asked him about his preferences, nor there were many options as we were on the run anyway.
He hadn't spoken the entire journey, and I concluded it was maybe because we were strangers to him. Even now that we were at home, he was the same.
My people told me that even when they frisked him away from school, the kid didn't make a sound or say a single word. He was with them for a whole day, and still, he spoke nothing. During the time they had kept an eye on him, they never saw him talk to anyone.
