Raven and I continued our discussion late into the night, huddled close together on the bed as we mapped out our strategy. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows on the walls, and the city outside was a distant hum, a reminder of the world beyond our immediate concerns.
"Alexander is all about his image," Raven said, her voice low and thoughtful. "If we can expose his shady dealings, it'll ruin him."
I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. "And Mary? She's not just going to sit back and let this happen. We need to be careful with her."
Raven's expression darkened. "Mary is dangerous. She has a way of manipulating people, of twisting situations to her advantage. We need to gather evidence without her catching on."
I shivered, remembering the unsettling feeling of Mary's touch earlier that day. "We can't underestimate her. She'll do whatever it takes to protect herself ."
