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."

Norton fixed him with a glare that could

the act. "My mind's a total

as drunk as the rest of us,"

all out in the open-at least, out to him. It was like the three brothers were standing there

the one who should be baring his soul to them, but instead, they'd ended up spilling

staring at Silas, wanting to say something, but in the end, no one spoke

"I'll keep my mouth shut, promise. And, uh... I didn't mean to

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

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

the others seemed to pick up on that.

little while later, Archie shuffled in,

room.

two, breakfast is ready!"

sat down to pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon, sharing awkward looks over

out

down the front

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

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