Walk away, Raven. No good can come of this. Put your hand back down at your side and walk away.

Now.

She cups his cheek. A small, sane part of her mind shifts all her vital organs down into her lower extremities. She lets herself step closer. It's a cruel illusion. She'll hate herself for it later, but right here, right now, she's too hungry for him to look away.

"No," she says softly. "I'm not from here, and I don't know you."