Chapter 88

“You look terrible,” Julian said, and pressed a gentle fingertip to Rafi’s chin, which stung. Did he have a cut there?

“I feel terrible,” Rafi said, which was true. He was hungry and tired, and he’d busted his knuckles open on Eddie’s face. Cautiously, he eased an arm around Julian’s shoulders. “Are you all right?”

Julian closed his eyes, and slowly, slowly relaxed against him, as if he had to guide himself through the steps.

“The list of names,” he said. “It’s in my brother’s handwriting.”

Rafi frowned. “Not your father’s?”

“No. It looks like Leo was helping my father gather evidence. Whatever they knew, I don’t think they’d told my mother yet—she’s the one who let Uncle take me to the audition that day. I wonder, if she hadn’t, would Uncle have changed his plans? Or just killed me too?”

Only one person could answer that, and Rafi wasn’t interested in anything he had to say. He drew Julian in closer, stroking his hair.