"Are you so afraid of yourself?" "Go to the devil, Mikhail." Raven set her foot on the path and began walking quickly away before he could charm his way around her. And he could, she knew it. It was his eyes, the shape of his mouth, the little grin he gave her when he was deliberately provoking her. The fog was very dense, the air wet and heavy with it. With her acute sense of hearing, she could hear every rustling in the bushes, every swaying of the branches, the beat of wings in the sky. Mikhail paced behind her. "Perhaps I am the devil, little one. I am certain that has crossed your mind."