Chapter 227. Mind Of a Dead Man

Raven’s POV

I slip into the darkness of Harry’s mind. Instead of having memories to flip through, I am sucked into one in particular. I step into the memory that is quickly fading around me.

I look around and see Harry standing off in the distance. Harry looks around suspiciously as he enters the back of a seedy-looking bar. He slips through the kitchen, and the bar workers nod to him as he walks by. This isn’t the first time that he has been here, that is for sure.

I follow him closely through the back of the bar as if I am nothing more than a ghost. Harry walks through a door to the left of the kitchen, and I don’t move fast enough. The door slams in my face. Reaching a hand out in front of me, I try to press my hand against the door to open it, but my hand slips through the door as if I am made of mist.

Taking a deep breath and closing, I step toward the door, and my body slides through the solid wood like it isn’t even there. I open my eyes when I