The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 3

In a flash, a teenage girl, eighteen or so, stormed into view, decked out in sleek

black

gear.

The second the doctors laid eyes on her, their hearts skipped a beat.

She looked sharp, even lethal-way scarier than Dane Grayson ever dreamed of being.

Those icy eyes of hers pinned them in place, like their blood might freeze solid just from her stare.

The head doctor snapped out of it first, his face darkening.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he roared. "Get out of-"

"Crack!" He didn't finish.

A scream tore out of him as he went flying, slammed into the wall by a brutal kick.

The nurse drawing Zach's blood gaped, wide-eyed.

One second the girl was at the door; now she was right there, looming over her.

tightened on the

hand clamped her

yelped, pain shooting up her

the room, shrill and

Valor didn't even blink. She yanked the

care.

blood-processing machine nearby,

seconds, she had a fresh transfusion line ready, slipping the needle back into Zach's vein with a

back into him, and the fog in Zach's

back into him, and the fog in Zach's vision started to clear. He squinted, struggling

soft voice even weaker now, sweet as

picture. This girl didn't look exactly like it-older, harder-but something in his gut said it was her. The sister Grandma swore was gone

on the syringe, just for

a frozen tundra-cracked open, a ray of sunlight breaking

voice

out, her hand brushing his fluffy hair, rubbing

door, three of Raven's

regular, sure-but they knew it was a mask, a con. This? This warmth? They'd never seen it on

gawked, a pack of burly

through, with this don't-mess-with-me look

back into him and sneered, "Well, isn't this

been too quiet, he figured. People had forgotten what happened

tilted his head toward