Thalia's Pov
“And then?” Raphael asked softly.
“And then we will have the proof we need to make sure she doesn't have the power to touch you again,” I told him, gripping his small arms. “And if it ever gets too much, if she tries to hurt you and you can't take it anymore, I want you to run. Run out of that house and come straight to me.”
I pulled a small slip of paper and a pen from my desk drawer. I quickly wrote down my private cell phone number in clear, bold numbers, handing it to him along with making him repeat the ten digits out loud three times until he had them completely memorized.
“You call me, or you come to this mansion,” I said fiercely. “No matter what time of day or night it is, I will come get you. Do you promise me you'll do that?”
Raphael held the paper tightly in
