Chapter 407 – At Odds

• Mark stays close at Rafe’s heels as he storms through the palace. Rafe glances back over his shoulder with a frown.
• “You can go, Mark,” Rafe snaps, annoyed. “You’ve got your stupid protection necklace. No one’s going to snatch you away.”
• “I can’t go, Rafe,” Mark snaps back, surprising Rafe by how much his brother’s voice matches his own these days, in timbre as well as snappiness. “Mom says you have to babysit me, so here I am. Waiting to be sat.”