RAVEN POV:
Okay, so remember when I said unconsciousness was actually a blessing? Yeah… scratch that. Being unconscious is only good if you stay in the same arms you passed out in. But guess what? Yours truly apparently isn't that lucky, because my unconscious self was transferred like a hot potato from one pair of arms to another. And not just any arms. No, I woke up swinging—literally—head down, dangling like a sack of rice, and the very first thought in my groggy brain was: what in the seven hells is happening now?
My head bobbed side to side like a pendulum, my body bouncing against a shoulder that was definitely not Scott's. Scott was gentle, kind. Whoever was carrying me now? Not so much. More like a butcher carrying his latest prey.
