Raton’s POV
The name echoed in my ears over and over again, why did Valerie have to call him that? Was my suspicion correct? Are the anonymous messages true?
“Muse?”
“Uh… yeah.” Valerie replied reluctantly, her eyes wide open, but avoiding contact with me, like there was more to say. “It’s not what you think, Raton. I have met him before now and he introduced himself as Muse.”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, although doubt still lingered inside of me.
“He told me it was his nickname,” Valerie nodded.
I leaned back to myself, my eyes flickered between the entrance door and Valerie’s face. It was obvious that she could be lying to me but was it important?
After a few seconds, Mr. Jameson arrived, by his side was a small girl, two feet tall, probably Anna. The little girl wo
