Granger could be Raven. Everything he knew, which was astonishingly little, fit with the slight brunette in front of him. Raven was bold which was something Granger was certainly capable of. Not that he had had the pleasure of witnessing it himself. If even half the stories he’d heard about the war were true, the girl was a force to be reckoned with. As he sat back and drank in her features, he realised that he found her quite attractive with her small button nose and luscious dusky pink lips.