Chapter 47

“There.” Julian got to his feet. “It’s still going to be a sticky disaster until you take some kind of cleaning fluid to it, but it’s not a puddle everywhere.”

Unlike me. “Thanks. You go put these on and I’ll finish making the cocoa. With water, I guess.”

Cocoa accomplished, he found Julian sitting outside, of all places. The broad stone balcony was well-shielded from rain, if still chilly, and Julian was curled on the wicker-frame couch with a lantern flickering warm rosy light from the table beside him. It was some kind of battery-powered thing left over from a party, but it made for a nice ambience.

“Let me get us a blanket,” Rafi said, setting both mugs on the table. When he came back from pulling the top blanket straight off of his bed, Julian was sipping his cocoa and staring into the distance.

“The idea was to warm up, you know,” Rafi said, tucking the blanket around them both. “Not sit in the cold with wet hair.”