#Chapter210
As he stood beneath the icy spray of mechanical rain, hands braced on the wall and head bowed, Raven watched the clear water swirl around his feet with disdain— if it had been up to him, it would have been running sky-at-night pink.
But it wasn't up to him. Not in the kind of way that mattered, at least.
He'd toyed with the idea of going against Ronan's wishes. He'd pictured it in his head over and over, each time birthing a new, sicker scenario. He'd wanted to do it. Almost had, but reason had won out. It had taken him softly by the hand and walked him through the trainwreck that would have waited for him if he'd given into his impulsive nature.
