I stared at that bastard kitten.
Every curse I wanted to scream was trapped behind tape, reduced to useless, furious muffling.
He stared back at me for a second longer.
Then he laughed.
Not a chuckle. Not a breathy exhale.
Full-on, unhinged laughter—bending forward, clutching his stomach like this was the funniest thing he'd ever witnessed.
"This," he said between laughs, wiping his eyes, "is the best solution I've ever seen for her mouth."
I glared at him so hard it should've set something on fire.
The masked bastard stood frozen, staring at Raven like he was some kind of anomaly—something that wasn't supposed to exist, let alone stand there smiling.
I tried to move my hands again.
Pointless. Taped tight to the wheelchair.
"Aww," Raven cooed, dropping to his knees in front of me. "You look so adorable, Chibi."
His hands came down on my thighs.
Not gentle.
Not rough.
Just… gripped.
Like he was checking something. Confirming I was real.
For a split second, I forgot why I was angry.
I looked into his eyes—those familiar, infuriating eyes—and felt my chest tighten in a way I hated.
Then the masked man snapped.
"Just get out of here," he barked, stepping forward. "Take your madness and leave my property."
Raven slowly turned his head toward him.
The smile stayed.
The warmth didn't.
"Is she no longer your angel?" Raven asked lightly—his voice teasing, sharp, and very deliberate.
A challenge.
The masked man clenched his fists.
"No," he said, frustration bleeding through. "My angel would never claw someone's face until they bled. Would never kick men between the legs. Would never curse like a fucking sailor."
Raven laughed again—soft this time.
Proud.
He stood, gripping the handles of my wheelchair, already turning me away.
"Let's go, Chibi," he said cheerfully.
"Looks like you traumatized another person."
And just like that—
He started pushing me out.