#Chapter25
Saying goodbye to Lucien and Angel hadn't been the worst part. The drive home hadn't been the worst part. Pulling up onto the driveway and getting out hadn't been the worst part. Hell, even the walk up the cobbled path hadn't been the hard part.
The trouble had started when he'd injected his key into the door and found that he couldn't bring himself to turn it. The trouble started when all the numbed feelings, the aftermath of Raven's words and his harsh departure, thawed out, and he was left standing, trembling, on the doorstep.
And when he finally pulled himself together, reattaching himself like he was the skewed pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and let himself in, the darkened hallway that awaited him felt like the mouth of a black hole. It was like walking through a carnival funhouse of mirrors; everything seemed to distort and shimmer in a false skin.
