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Music suddenly blasts from the other room, so loudly that the walls vibrate.
Raven startles. So do I.
Raven blinks and, just like that, the moment fades. Not that I haven’t forgotten about what she said or who she is, but the moment of me thinking about kissing her has drifted away. I want it back, but maybe this is for the better. Kissing her without talking to her first might make her freak out, especially since Jax already kissed her. It’ll probably be confusing. And why would it not be? It’s confusing to me, and I know what Jax and I discussed.
To be honest, despite what me and Jax may want from Raven, it might not mean anything if she doesn’t want it back. And I worry that when we have to tell her the truth about our past, she may not want anything from us again.
It’s so much worse now knowing that she’s her.
That Willow is Raven.
And that, after I have to tell her the truth about her past, she might not want any of us.
This could break her.
I don’t want to do that.
Don’t want to force her to remembereverything.
I swallow hard.
For now, I’m going to keep it to myself. Well, not myself because I feel like I’m about to explode. I need to talk to Jax in private. But, how the hell am I supposed to do that when we have a house full of mobsters?
Shit, I can’t tell him yet. I’ll have to wait until he leaves, or I risk someone finding out. And with this game going on, and with so many unknowns about why my father was at Raven’s uncle’s house, I need to be extremely careful who finds out Raven may be Willow. Because if I’m right—if she is—that means someone staged her death.
Was it my father and his men? Or was it someone else trying to protect Raven from my father and his men?
I have no idea, but I need to find out before someone else does first.
FIFTEEN
RAVEN
I think Hunter may have almost kissed me in the kitchen. Maybe I’m just being a dumbass, though. I’m not really sure. I’m not an expert on guys, but it kind of felt like he was thinking about it. Again, I could be totally wrong. In fact, I have to be, right? Because why would he kiss me when he knows Jax and I have been kissing? That’s like breaking a code or something, right?
Perhaps I’m stoned.
Le sigh.I hate being so clueless about stuff and, lately, that seems like all I am.
Whatever did happen between Hunter and me, the moment has passed. Once the music interrupted us, Hunter and I left the kitchen to go into the living room where Benton and a few of his friends are, along with Jax.
I’m still thinking about the photo memory. It’s dancing in my mind but is kind of fading, probably because I’m high. I worry how potent it’ll come back to me once I sober up.
“Hey, man,” Benton greets Hunter when we walk into the room.
A few other guys are in there, too, and everyone, including Hunter, is dressed in dark colors. Seriously, I feel like I’m at some goths-only party. Not that I care. It’s just how I feel.
“What’s up?” Hunter greets Benton as we walk toward where he’s standing, besides Jax, who’s messing around with the stereo, and another guy who I don’t know but who has short, blond hair and a scar across his eye.
“Just waiting for people to start showing up,” Benton replies. Then he gives Hunter this strange look, similar to the sort of cryptic look Jax and Hunter sometimes give each other. “We’re all set, right?”
“Yep,” Hunter responds easily, but I can sense the tension flowing off his body.
While I’m not positive, I get the feeling that perhaps Benton is making sure the cameras are all set without having to say it aloud, which makes me wonder if scar guy isn’t in on it.
Speaking of scar guy … He’s currently staring at me tensely. Well, either that or I’m having a high-induced paranoia attack, which has happened to me a few times. Plus, I’ve already been unsettled by this game going on. And that note …
That stupid note that I still have no idea how it got in my pocket.
