After dinner, Lucas showed Raven to her room. A luxurious bed sat in the center. The marble black flooring was breathtaking, while the window leading to the outside of Lucas’s world only made it better. Like the dining room, a beautiful chandelier illuminated the room. This was truly beautiful.

Raven asked about her clothes and Lucas told her about her servant or assistant. All she had to do was ask for the clothes she wanted and the servant would make it for her. The servant had a messy bob haircut with a tattoo on her neck.

“Why is there a tattoo on her neck?” Raven asked curiously.

“It is proof that she works in the palace. It’s also a protective seal as well. Keeps my people safe from the evil shadows, so they will not corrupt,” Lucas explained.

“Cool! And what’s your name?”

“My name is Tyra,” the servant answered with a slight bow.

“Hello, Tyra. My name is Raven and I hope we become good friends,” Raven said with a smile as she shook Tyra’s hand.

“I as well,” Tyra replied shyly.

Lucas smiled gently at Raven’s kindness. Her name was dark, but her heart was bright. “Tyra,” he called.

Tyra and Raven turned to look at him. “Could excuse us for a moment? There is something I wish to discuss with Raven.” Tyra nodded, then waved goodbye to Raven before leaving the room.

“What’s up?” Raven asked.

“I know that you are curious as to the events in your world, so I had Tomi put this in for you,” Lucas said pointing to the full body mirror. Raven gave a confused look, not sure what he meant.

“But this is just a mirror.”

“Ah, at first, but with a little request. Show me Raven’s house.” The mirror glowed full white then faded to reveal Raven’s home back in her world. “Can turn into a window that transcends worlds.”

Raven slowly approached the mirror. Was this really her house? Did this mirror actually show what was going on in her world? She reached out to touch the mirror and her hand only felt glass. She then saw the inside of her house. Her mother sitting on the couch crying with tissues on the table in front of her and a detective beside her. “Miss, we’ll do everything we can to find your daughter,” the detective said.

“I shouldn’t have fought with her. I should’ve said ‘goodbye, have a great day’. I should’ve done so much. Now I may never see my daughter again,” her mother sniffled.

“Ma’am, we don’t know if she’s dead. There’s a chance your daughter is alive. Judging from where she was taken, she put up quite a fight.”

Her mother laughed weakly, “She gets that from her father and strange brother.”

The mirror went back to its original state. Raven stared at the mirror with her eyes in shock and her heart in pain.

“Is this is real?” she asked lowering her head, hiding her eyes from Lucas.

“Mirrors are interdimensional,” Lucas answered, “Meaning—“

“They can exist throughout any and all dimensions, thus being a window to see all worlds,” Raven interrupted.

“You seem to know a lot,” concern showed Lucas’s voice.

“I do,” she said softly. “Living in a house by yourself almost every day, you start to question reality. And if there’s any way of escaping that reality. They say your house is your home, but my home is a prison. And now my mom is crying because I disappeared or, according to the police, I was kidnapped. Honestly, I enjoy seeing her like this, because it gives me a chance to see what she really thinks of me. But it looks like a part of me doesn’t want to believe those tears are real. That she’s just faking it and that she’s glad I’m gone.”

“Raven, I know she must care. You know, they also say home is where the heart is.”

“So what is a home? What is a family if you don’t have it in your heart?”

Lucas walked up to Raven and wrapped his arms around her. “Raven, for now on let this be in your heart. Let this place be your home. Here, with me,” he whispered.

Tears dripped down Raven’s eyes as she held Lucas’s arm. He rested his head on her shoulder and let her cry out her feelings. As much as Lucas wanted her to stay with him, he knew her place was the human world. But for now, he wanted to cherish this moment of holding her in his arms.