Letters to Raven

She glanced up, eyes locking onto mine across the courtyard; my birthday gift glimmering, refracting the sunlight against her skin. I knew now who she was and it filled me with dread. My forearm throbbed and I winced, turning from her, retreating back into the shadows, I could never tell her it was me. If 'he' knew I cared for another, he would only kill her too if I failed...