#Chapter197
It was later that night, a brush up against the small hours of the morning, that he touched down into the safety of Raven's apartment. He should have been a mess. He should have been a fucked-up cocktail of furious consternation, but there was nothing. Nada. Not a goddamn thing.
Instead, there was a shield of stupefaction that veiled him. A cloak of numbness that muted every single war cry within, leaving only a profound tiredness behind.
He was so done with all this bullshit.
