Ravens POV
* * * * * * * * * I have no idea what to think about the recent events. Since yesterday Alexander hasn't gotten back to me on whether or not he’s found Fredrick. But by the lack of mischief and headache, I'm guessing he hasn’t.
I was in my room when a loud, hard knock nearly broke my door in half.
I walked over and unlocked it, opening it up only to see Alexander leaning on the door frame with his head in the crook of his arm. He looked Terrible.
I opened the door further and allowed him to come in. He walked like a zombie, he must have not slept all night by the looks of it.
”So?” I asked after a minute of complete silence. Alexander was sitting on the bed and I was sitting on the sofa by the window.
”Nothing,” He said and looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and dr
