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The woods

Raven’s POV

I glare at the pillow I'd thrown on the ground hours ago. The damn pillow smells faintly of my hair, but more of Saviour. I want to scrub it out. I want to scrub myself clean.

Last night should never have happened. It was a mistake I can never erase. I know I said I didn't regret any...