A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

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."

a

Silas insisted, keeping up the act. "My mind's

rest of us," Quentin

the open-at least, out to him. It was like the three brothers

to them, but instead, they'd ended

wanting to say something, but in the

going to blab," Silas said helplessly. "I'll keep my mouth shut,

get information out of him, he'd never talk. But he did have

had all been unconscious on his part. He honestly had no idea what he'd

pick up on that. So,

later, Archie shuffled in,

room.

breakfast is ready!" Calliope called, waving

and bacon, sharing

Calliope and Silas headed out to the Baker

the front

Calliope and Silas together. She's in a white cashmere coat, her red scarf bright against the winter gray,