Her eyes slide back to mine, and she does nothing to hide her irritation.

She opens her mouth to speak right as the nurse walks in with a smile. “Oh good, you’re awake!”

“Get out,” she tells her.

When the woman makes no move and just fucking stands there like a damn statue, Raven slowly drags her glare from mine. “I said out.”

The nurse rushes from the room and Raven looks back to me, eyes cold as fucking ice.

“I’m only gonna do this once, so listen and understand what I’m really trying to say,” she forces past clenched teeth. “Stop whispering in my fucking ear how much I ‘belong’ if you’re gonna treat me like the outsider I already know I am when it’s convenient for you. I get it. You want answers and you expect them the second you demand and not a moment later.” Her eyes narrow and she leans forward. “But look at me, Maddoc. Look where I’m sitting, look at my face. Have I not earned them, like a good fucking girl” – she purposely makes a mockery of herself – “just as much, or should I drop to my knees and beg like the peasant would for her king?”

My jaw ticks at her bullshit and I shoot from the seat to crowd her space, but I get no time to respond because Captain beats me to it.

“It was Zoey’s birth certificate,” he rushes out, and while Raven’s eyes fly to his, I feel his glare burning into the side of my head. “And, no, you didn’t earn shit, and you’ll never have to beg. You fucking deserve to know. I don’t wanna hide anything from you.”

I meet my brother’s eyes and finally, he pulls them off me to look to her.

“Ask whatever you want,” he whispers ruefully.

Royce drops his eyes to his lap, and I keep mine locked on Raven’s face.

“Why would he have that?” she asks him. “Collins, I mean?”

“We think he was the money behind the move,” he answers.

She considers what he says a second, then her brows furrow. “Zoey’s mom. The transfer?”

He nods. “Bet he was the one behind what Perkins offered you to leave, too.”

“That little bitch is working with Perkins for some reason, but that’s all we know,” Royce adds, looking up at her. He moves to grip her hand and squeezes. “And for the record, I wanted to tell you that a long time ago.” His glare flies my way.

“Uncle,” she says, and our frowns meet.

“What?” I ask.

“I heard them in the hall. That’s why he waited for me in the girl’s bathroom, he knew I was listening, saw me maybe, I don’t know. He called him Uncle.” Her eyes bounce between ours. “Said something about cleaning up his messes.”

Captain darts to his feet while Royce scoots closer to Raven on the hospital bed.

“What do you mean?” he prompts, but she ignores him and fires off a question of her own.

“Who is Donley?” she asks.

“Donley is the head Graven, Collins’ grandfather.”

“He wants the birth certificate back, he’s afraid Donley will find it.” Her eyes fly to mine. “He has no fucking clue we broke in and stole it weeks ago.”

“So, Perkins is making moves, and Collins is coming in to sweep them under the rug when he leaves loose ends?” I ask.

“I’m not exactly sure. It sounded like Perkins was the one in charge, but then maybe needed help with something and Collins was who he went to for it. He didn’t seem like he trusted Collins much, though.”

When she flicks her eyes away a moment, mine narrow.

“Raven.”

Her lips pinch together before she says. “He acted like I was the center of the problem, said I’d see things their way in the end.” Her eyes bounce between ours. “He mentioned your dad, and how he’d have to make it right.”

“Make what right?” I push to my feet.

She shrugs. “Don’t know. He said, ‘why do you think she’s here.’ Why am I here, you guys?”

“This makes no fucking sense,” Royce grumbles, sliding his hands down his face.

“Wait.” Cap freezes a minute, then speaks low, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “How could the birth certificate possibly make any noise in the Graven world? She’s my kid. Brayshaw.” He looks to me. “How could that affect them? Why would Perkins wanna hide this, hide her, from them?”

“That’s not all,” Raven adds. “Collins said Perkins was washed from their hands, I assume he means Graven’s, years ago.”

“Did he say why?” I ask.

She licks her lips and looks to me. “When he went after the ‘trashes’ mom, aka Ravina.”

“What the hell does all this mean?” Cap shakes his head.

“Did he say when?”

She nods. “Eighteen years ago.”

“What ... not long before you were born.”

She eyes me a minute before hers grow tight. “Oh my god...”

“What?” Cap barks.

“Your mom.” Royce slowly stands, eyes on her. “She’s from here.”

I drop back on my ass, letting out a deep breath.

Royce tosses the stack of papers he was going through and falls beside me. “There’s nothing fucking here about your mom.” His head hits the wall. “Shit’s useless.”

“This is everything from the binder I stole from Maybell?”

Cap nods, but the deep frown taking over his forehead as he stares at the papers in front of him, has me curious.

“Cap.”

He takes a second, then lifts his eyes to mine.

“What is it?”

“Huh? Oh.” He drops it between his legs, looking over the next. “Just an old hospital visit of my dad’s. My ... biological dad.” As he says it, his frown deepens even more, but he wipes it away and looks back to us.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he sighs. “It’s just this is everything. Staff records, bank accounts, contracts, deeds to the docks and Brayshaw blacklists. Affidavits, copy of the Brayshaw will, our adoption papers, even a list of all the other families’ names and locations.”

“Okay...” I prompt him to continue.

“What if everything around his arrest and trial aren’t the only things he hid?”

“Perkins,” Royce guesses.

Cap nods, looking to him. “He’s in the fucking picture in the yearbook, but his name is nowhere in it, and then nothing else. It’s odd. Why is he nowhere in any of this, but then in one forgotten and maybe accidental photo, and now the principal at our fucking school. That was decided by Dad. He knew he was in our business before then. He was a teacher at our elementary school. He’s always fucking around. Why has he not been sent away? Or at least, why is there no paper trail to him?”

I bend forward picking up the yearbook and turning to the page they had folded over. A young Rolland stands there, right beside Perkins with both Cap and Royce’s dad and another man, all their arms tethered around each other’s necks.

“We need to ask Dad about this,” Royce says before leaning over to point out their fathers, and I grin.

“You look just like your dad.” I laugh, trailing my fingers over the man’s dark and daring eyes. He even has Royce’s playful smirk.