Raven's hand stayed locked around my middle, making it impossible for me to move even an inch away from him as he brought the cup to my lips. I had no other choice then than to accept the warm liquid, letting it slowly pour through my lips and into my mouth.
The rich taste of chocolate was diluted by milk and it has been one of my favorite drinks since childhood, but today it tastes different.
I was sure that Olga made it the same way she always does... so maybe it was because Raven was feeding me it?
That is stupid right?
“Isn’t obvious? I am helping you drink your hot chocolate and after that I will help you to warm up, before you get sick and die on me. That would look very bad on my hero's track record.”
"I thought you said that you are not hero material, so why would you care ab
