#Chapter 202 – Burton’s Secret

Rafe frowns at me. “Boys,” Rafe says, not looking at them. “Go play in the living room.” Ian opens his mouth – full of pancakes – to protest, but Rafe interrupts. “Take your food,” he says, his voice low and dismissive, “try eating them off the floor like a puppy. No forks, not hands.” The boys, sufficiently distracted and eager for this weird new experience, grab their plates and head off. I watch them go and then return my eyes to Rafe, who leans forward onto the table. “There’s more to this,” he says, looking between Victor and I and tapping the table with his index finger, “more than you two are letting on. And I want to know what it is.” “Honestly,” I say, looking up at Victor for confirmation. He nods along with me. “Honestly, Rafe,” I say, looking at him with wide eyes, “we really don’t know.” I hear someone clear their throat behind me and I turn, surprised to see Burton standing there, his kitchen tasks abandoned. Victor and Rafe follow in suit, likewise looking at the