Ravyn mulled over what Jennie said. “Even if she says she doesn’t believe it, Jen’s right. It is my fault. I could’ve tossed the box in the garbage, but I didn’t. Now the people I love are in constant danger and there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it,” she muttered. “I can’t even keep Jennie safe. I have to rely on others. It isn’t right!”
*Stop kicking yourself for what happened. You had no way of knowing what those bastards were up to, and you did your best to keep Jennie safe.*
*Where are you?* Ravyn lit a cigarette.
Ravyn spotted Cara as she passed overhead. *Don’t get any ideas, bird.*
*I’ve only done that to a few people who deserved such treatment. Now stop worrying about what Jennie said. Why don’t you talk to Nicole about this?*
*Okay.* Ravyn felt the bird sigh.
*You can’t hide your thoughts from me, Ravyn Wyng. Want to discuss what else is bothering you?*
*I’m feeling a bit crowded right now. With so many people here, it’s hard to concentrate on my work. I’m used to being alone in the house and Jennie being at the bookstore. If I want to go somewhere, I need an escort.* She smashed the cigarette in the ashtray. *I hate these damn restrictions!*
Cara swooped low, skimming the top of the table before soaring upward again. *And you miss your privacy and being alone with Jennie. But we won’t discuss that. Your thoughts on the subject are a bit too much for me.*
A smile spread across Ravyn’s face. *I can’t help what I think. I guess I just have to adjust to things to keep Jennie safe.*