THALIA
“You’re going to stay here?” I asked in slight disbelief, “What about Reagan? He can’t be alone.”
Rael remained seated beside me despite my worried question.
“He’s safe,” he said, voice lower than usual. “And right now, you need me more.”
“I’m okay,” I insisted, pushing myself up from the couch, “Really, Rael, I’ll be fine. You should go-”
He reached out before I could stand fully and guided me gently back down. “You left yesterday because you weren’t okay. Don’t tell me you are now. You perfectly knew why I’m here.”
I frowned, and a spark of irritation flared inside me. It wasn’t directed at him, but because of how spot on his words were.
“We both can’t be away from Reagan. You heard what the seer said.” I continued insisting, mostly to hide how I had no argument against h
