Chapter 8
Dexter's POV
I walked back into my bedroom and covered my self in the thick, luxorious quilt. The pillows sucked me into a deep sleep. Raven had been singing, something she was not allowed to do. It was the second, may I repeat second time I had caught her. I told her to 3rd was to be her last, the trial over. She loved music, so I remember. She doesn't remember me, and that stings. After watching Raven's short performance, I could not sleep. When Raven was thrown into Mirror-Prison (by yours truly), I had searched her belongings and found a leather book. A diary, of sorts. I read the entries over and over and over; especially the one's about me. I put on my glasses and pulled the book out of my draws. I ran my fingers over the purple cover, it felt so cold, so magical. Anxiously I opened the diary and read until I heard a loud knock on my door.
"Yes?" I shouted. I was sure it was Raven, but you never know who could be lurking in your palace. Raven entered, but the minute she did, she collapsed onto the ground.