I can’t help the little giggle that comes out of me then.
Honestly, it’s all so strange and ridiculous - and, really, really frightening – that all I can do is laugh and make a joke out of it. It’s a knee-jerk reaction, probably a poor one and a result of my exhaustion, but I’ve got nothing else.
“Don’t worry,” Rafe, I say with a clever little smirk. “We don’t use it to talk about you. At least. Not often.”
Victor looks at me closely then, making a face as if he’s saying something terrible and glancing at Rafe – but he doesn’t say anything at all. He’s just messing with his brother.
Rafe, of course, gets pissed and opens his mouth to say something nasty to Victor but Burton interrupts.
“Please,” he says, looking between us, worried. “You must listen closely.”
I bite my lip, my fac
