And now, unbelievably, he remembered every single one of their secrets...

He might as well be a criminal. He could practically feel his brothers' heated stares burning holes through him, their eyes full of accusation.

Silas was speechless.

Saying sorry now wouldn't help, would it?

Why did he get the feeling they all wanted to strangle him?

Desperately, he glanced over at Calliope, silently begging for help.

Calliope picked up on the murderous vibes from the brothers. She had no idea what they'd talked about last night, and even less clue about why the air was so thick with tension.

She looked at them with a mix of confusion and caution. "What's going on? Did last night's chat not go well?"

"Yeah, you could say that,” Julius replied. “Mr. Myers, did something come back to you?"

Silas played dumb, rubbing his temples. "I think I had a bit too much whiskey. It's all kind of hazy."

with a glare that

Silas insisted, keeping up the act.

seem nearly as drunk as the rest of us,"

to him. It was like

to them, but instead, they'd ended up spilling

wanting to say something, but in the end, no one

keep my mouth shut, promise. And,

some training, when someone tried to get information out of him, he'd never talk. But he did have a talent for flipping the script and getting people

all been unconscious on his part. He

seemed to pick up on that.

little while later, Archie shuffled in, looking groggy,

room.

on, you two, breakfast is ready!"

eggs, and bacon, sharing awkward looks

Calliope and Silas headed out to the Baker

down the front steps. They

in a white cashmere coat,

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