Chapter 0899

"Wait till you meet an infant one,” I say, raising my eyebrows as Midnight offers me the packet of cookies and I take a few, popping one into my mouth. "They're really loud."

"Pippa has promised me that I can meet her pup when she is born," Midnight says, nodding to me eagerly. "I'm excited to see if she will be as loud as everyone says."

"Babies are also super cute," I say, laughing and shaking my head at her. "It's not all bad."

"Don't try to talk me into bearing Jesse's pups, Ariel," Midnight says, holding up a hand flat towards me. "The other Rat already gave me a book describing how they are made and I am not interested in any of that."

I smile at Midnight in a bit of wonder, shifting my eyes to Jesse, having no idea what she's talking about. But he just grins at me and leans forward. "So, what was up with Rafe?" he asks, eager and gossipy.

"Yes!" I gasp, dropping the cookies onto the floor as I whip my hand out to smack him on the knee. "What was up with him!? Why was he all silent and tense and weird!?"

"I don't know," Jesse says, equally baffled and eager to talk to me about it.

"What happened?" Midnight asks, curious, likewise leaning forward. I grin to see that even if she's new and bizarrely out of touch with the world, she's already caught the Sinclair flair for drama.

Jesse and I take a quick moment to fill Mids in on how weirdly quiet Rafe was tonight, and how much he was drinking, and how he would go all tense and turning towards Maryam whenever she would talk. And then how when she'd finish speaking he'd slump back into the pillows like he was at turns relieved or devastated or one of a thousand other emotions.

"Did he like...eat a bunch of psychedelic

I say

says, taking a casual

both go still and stare

leaning

the things you're saying," Midnight says, reaching for one of the cookies dropped. "It just sounds like the way people feel when they meet

vel

word, watching him sleep, thinking he was the

did?" Jesse asks, his eyes flying

like

putting her soda

me, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn. "And maybe

of her so

family that she's his

yet."

Mids,” I say, leaning forward and shaking my head at her. "She can't

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