“Oh, Raphael, sit down and stop being so dramatic." The woman at the table spoke without lifting her eyes to me.
“What's he talking about? What's going on?" Joss glanced from me to Cathryn, confusion clear on her face. Whatever was happening, I didn't think she was in on the secret.
“Zoe's right, Rafe. Come in and sit down." Cathryn moved around me and pulled out a chair. “You're making more of this than there is."
I sat down, glaring at the woman, who was apparently Zoe. I made the connection with the person Joss had described to me during our ride here, but no way this lady looked like a wise counselor. She resembled a sideshow freak more than anything.
“And my name is not Raphael," I muttered. “It's just Rafe."
“It should be Raphael." Zoe finally looked straight into my eyes, her s
