Chapter 83

“I want to speak with Aaron alone,” Julian said. “I think he might prefer that too.”

Another hesitant nod from Aaron. Looking pained, Tasha kissed his forehead, then reluctantly disentangled from him and stepped into the next room to use the phone.

Rafi moved toward the door, only for Julian’s voice to stop him.

“I’d prefer for Rafael to stay, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” Aaron said dully. “It doesn’t matter.”

No surprise that Aaron didn't care what Rafi knew, as opposed to Tasha, but—Julian wanted him to stay? He’d pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, and sat as regal there as ever, tank top and all. Yet his eyes, when he looked up at Rafi, did not match that body language. Julian was shaken, and didn’t want to be left alone with this frightened boy.

Rafi pulled up a second chair, sitting close enough to Julian for their knees to touch. Julian let them.

“All right, Aaron,” Julian said. “You wanted to talk to me. Why?”