Luckily, no one seemed to approach her. More than likely it was the fact that he had confronted so many people that many were simply scared to say hello. Good, that was how he wanted it. She moved to the squat rack, still within his eyesight, and began her sets.
He simply watched her, admiring her from his spot against the wall. He couldn't wait until he was allowed to have her; he was almost foaming at the mouth thinking about it.
It only made sense.
No one was allowed to see Raven in such a state except him. In her past lives, her lovers had all "died mysteriously". Not that he had anything to do with it.