Chapter 38
A couple more loud snaps echoed as fingers broke all at once.
“Crack! Crack!”
This time, Tyler didn’t even manage a scream–he blacked out from the pain.
“Mom, what do you want to do with them?” Raven asked, her tone as steady as ever.
Ruth blinked out of her haze.
She turned to Raven fast, her forehead creasing.
“Raven,” she said worriedly, “they said that bank card you gave me has a hundred million dollars. That true?”
“Yeah,” Raven said with a casual shrug. “Just take it for now. When it runs out, tell me–I’ll grab you another.”
Ruth didn’t perk up at that. Instead, her face tightened with worry.
She asked, “Raven, where’d you get money like that?”
Raven gave a small, easy smile. “It’s legit, Mom. Spend it, no worries–nobody’s coming after us.”
“But how’d you pull in that much?” Ruth pushed, still frowning. “Is it risky?”
Raven’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
She’d thought Ruth was hung up on where the cash came from, not expecting her real fear was about her safety.
Her look softened, warming just a touch. “Relax. In all of Vyrdenia, almost nobody can lay a finger on me.”
Ryan overheard Raven’s big talk, and his stomach did a flip.
He knew she’d walked out of prison with some serious chops, but this? That kind of confidence was wild.
Still, after what he’d seen of her in Bastion Prison, he believed her.
His respect for her notched up, and it showed in his eyes.
Right then, Raven turned her gaze his way.
“These three just tried to kill me,” she said, her voice cold as ice. “I’m leaving the cleanup to you. Don’t mess it up.”
Ryan nodded quick, almost dipping into a bow.
“Yes, ma’am! Tyler broke the law he’s supposed to enforce—I’ll hit him hard,” he paused, and went on, “The other two? They’re in on it, plotting murder for a payday. At the very least, they’re all facing life in a cell.”
Raven gave a short nod, not bothering to glance at the trio again, and guided Ruth out of the holding room.
After that, she took Ruth to the hospital, telling Brynjar to stick around and watch her.
Just as she was about to head back toward the Fuller family, she got word: they were throwing a banquet at the Century Globe Hotel.
A bit later, she pulled up to the hotel’s front doors..
She’d barely stepped forward when a good–looking girl walking in stopped dead in her tracks.
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Chapter 38
“Raven?!” the girl yelped, eyes wide.
Raven raised an eyebrow. “Hailey?”
She remembered–back in junior high, the old Raven was a shy doormat, not exactly winning popularity contests.
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This Hailey Dale? The original Raven had saved her once, totally by chance, and she’d looked up to her like a hero ever since. Pretty much her only real friend.
Hailey hurried over at Raven’s voice, concern all over her face.
“Raven,” she said, touching her arms, “I waited outside Bastion Prison all day yesterday and didn’t spot you. Then I swung by the Henderson place- couldn’t even get near the gate. You alright?”
Raven saw the genuine worry in Hailey’s eyes, and her own face eased up a bit. “I’m fine.”
Hailey let out a big, relieved sigh.
She glanced at the Century Globe Hotel behind them.
Then she asked, “Heard the Fuller family rented out the whole place today. You here for their party too?”
“Yeah. You?” Raven threw back.
Hailey gave a small nod. “For people like us, school is the only way up. I got into one, but it’s nothing fancy.”
“Tonight at the party, Preston Fuller picks someone to recommend for Regalhold Common School,” she added.
“My dad pulled every string he could to get me an invite to the Fuller thing, hoping I’d have a chance,” Hailey said.
She reached into her pocket, carefully pulling out a red invitation.
“Look,” she said, holding it up. “My family dropped a hundred grand just for this–the cheapest invite they offer.“”
“Raven, what level’s yours? Can I check it out?” Hailey asked, curious.
Raven shrugged. She didn’t have one.
Hugmuinn had already put her on the guest list. She could just walk in.
Hailey throwing out that sudden invite question? Raven didn’t have one to show off.
She paused, then said quietly, “Raven, you’re not saying you don’t have an invite, are you?”
When she saw the woman walking over, her mouth fell open.
With that, she pulled an invitation out of her bag and offered it to Raven with both hands. It was a slick black–and–gold one, the top–level kind.
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