Rayven left Angelica after telling her that was just who he was. He couldn't change certain things. He was angry and didn't want to say anything wrong to her. He needed to calm down first.
Going to his room he paced back and forth. He really couldn't help the need to punish. His hands were already itching to scar his already healed face or to hurt himself in any other way.
With a sigh, he sat on his bed. He was so close to ignoring what Angelica told him and go find those filthy men. To stop his impulses he went to find Angelica to keep himself occupied so he wouldn't do anything he would regret.
The door to Angelica's room was open and Rayven knocked before stepping inside. She was seated on the floor, still unpacking the chest. She turned to look at him. "You didn't leave," she smiled happy that he listened to her.
"Shall I prepare lunch?" she asked trying to get up.
"No. Keep unpacking." He told her.
