Thirty one

RAVEN’S POV

I woke up the next morning only to find myself lying on the floor of the room, my knees clutched to my chest. I had no idea how I slept off, but my whole body ached, and I felt rather awful after sleeping on the cold floor all night. As I sat there on the floor, everything that happened the night before came rushing down in torrents. The jotter pad on my bed was still left open, the pages opening from time to time.

I couldn't help but sigh.

As I stood up from the bare floor, there was a sudden knock on the door. It was Lena.

"Come in," I told her.

She walked in, closing the door behind her. I noticed she looked rather vibrant tonight, unlike how she was yesterday when she first came to me.

"Good morning, miss." She bowed. "I'm here to clean your room."

I reached out to pick up the book and my phone before looking up at her. "My room? You don't need to; I can do that myself."

She shook her head, however, looking frazzled. "No, you can't do that, Miss."

I sighed, knowing she