Chapter 0368

Rafe

“Stay here.” I tell Malia, pulling on a shirt

“Who is it?” she asks, already climbing out of bed and heading to the closet.

“It doesn’t matter. You need to stay here.”

She carries on pulling on underwear as though I hadn’t said anything. “I was right,” she murmurs. “My gut feeling was right.” She shimmies herself into a pair of jeans. “Is it Declan?”

“No.”

“Who? Chlo. Did something happen?