Hunting Ravens

Ill Take You Higher

My fingers flowed through the ripples of my skirts silk folds. Black was my colour of choice tonight, a crimson red belt, the only presence of colour within my outfit, was cinched tightly around my waist. My arms were covered with black selves, as was my entire front section until the collar reached the base of my throat. The tops material was cut into a deep drop, exposing the majority of my back with taste. I fiddled with the silver, diamond, drop earrings and the small hairs trying to escape the severe chignon up-do that Lacy had styled my hair into.

The black town car my parents had sent pulled in front of a small apartment building where Hunter was walking out of. I gulped instinctively at the sight. You'd think he was born a socialite. His hair was neatly styled and his stubble was perfectly maintained, leaving me wanting to feel it rubbing against my skin.

Hunters choice of colour was also black tonight with shiny, black shoes and pant.
Hunter wore a crisp white shirt that peeked out beneath the black vest he wore, hugging his body deliciously. A black dinner jacket hung from his shoulders, unbuttoned. He had left the first few buttons of his shirt undone in the absence of a tie. Instead, a crimson, silk handkerchief brought the ensemble together to match exquisitely with mine.

My gawking ended as Hunter entered the car to sit beside me, his cologne filling the car and my body with lust. Down girl! I thought we already sorted this out with Ben. I try to keep my facial expression in check as Hunter inspects my own attire with a sparkle in his eyes.

"You look every bit of your name, Raven." Hunter comments as he flashes me a wink. Oh dear.

"And you appear every bit as dangerous as your name suggests, Hunter." I nod to him before glancing out of the window, hoping Hunter doesn't notice the desire flaming within my eyes.

We remained silent for the rest of the drive. We went through the city streets until we bypassed the sector checkpoints with the ease and vip treatment a government town car demands.

I begin to notice the familiar, steady incline and winding of the road to know we were almost there. I fiddle with the straps of my shoes as I place them on my feet, ready to be paraded through the front door like a socialite. A hand suddenly grasps mine and I rise to see Hunter peering at me.

"I'll have your back, no matter what happens. We are in this together Raven." He says to me as his thumb lightly rubs the back of my hand, sending tingles through my arm. I smile appreciatively.

My parents house comes into view, the epitome of opulence and luxury stands before us, situated on the edge of a cliff, standing tall against the breath of the ocean.

Hunter whistles and looks through the window like a child, trying to catch every detail he can.

"You know sector agents use false identities." I query Hunter as he glances at me, eyebrows furrowing.

"Raven isn't your birth name is it?" Hunter suddenly seems saddened by this idea.

"It is and it isn't. I was born as Branwen; meaning fair raven. My pale skin contrasts somewhat with my dark hair." I smile towards Hunter. "So you'll have to try and forgo calling me Raven while we are here."

Hunter puts his hand out, "It's a pleasure to meet you Branwen Shaw, I'm Hunter Jackson." I grasp his hand and shake firmly, just as my father had taught.

"Likewise Mr. Jackson, and please, my friends call me Bee." I refer to the nickname I chose after going through the first year of high school with the name Branwen.

"Of course Bee, and mine call me Hunter." He finishes with a sly smile.

The car pulls to a stop, Hunter exits and reappears to open my door, holding his hand out to assist me out of the car.