I found both Logan and Rafael in the hallway arguing with each other. Their voices were only a decibel above a whisper, but I heard Rafael"s comment loud and clear. He wanted me to hear him.
“… Doug won"t be coming for a few days. She can stay that long.”
His eyes shifted to me, took in my bare legs and smiled shark-like, his brown eyes cold. “You shouldn"t come with us. As a matter of fact,” he added in a decisive tone, “you aren"t. You will stay here, safe and sound, until we come back with Archer.”
“But Mom, I don"t want to stay,” I whined.
“Honey, if you insist, I can tie you up inside a cage with nothing but a bowl for water and another for shit.” His smile grew at the narrowing of my eyes, and before I could s***h at his face and make that smug smile permanent from ear to ear, Lo
