“Mybrotherkilled him?” I squeaked, pushing at Orion’s shoulders.
He shook his head. “Tomorrow, Raquel.”
“Let me up.”
“Babe—”
“Move.” I shoved at his shoulders again. “Please.”
He rolled off, albeit reluctantly, and I dragged on a pair of sweats.
“Where is he?”
Orion dragged his hands down his face. “Last I saw him, he was in the bunkroom by the kitchen.”
I flew out the door and downstairs, banging on the door of the bunkroom and pushing in before I was given permission to enter.
And then I froze.
My brother was stitching up a wound on my father’s arm and it took me a minute to register that my father was here.
“Daddy?”
“Jesus,” my brother hissed. “I thought you were keeping her out of this, Orion.”
“Yeah, I tried,” Orion said from behind me.
“Keeping me out of what?” I snapped. “I already figured out you killed Gary.”
“It wasn’t your brother, chickpea,” Dad countered.
“Oh my god,” I ground out, glaring up at Orion. “You lied to me?”
He frowned. “I have never lied to you.”
“It was me, chickpea,” Dad said.
“What was you?”
“I killed Gary.”
Chalk it up to exhaustion and the fact it was dark o’clock in the morning, but I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around what my father had just said.
“I’m sorry? Wait, where’s Mom?”
“Asleep, I hope,” Dad said.
Orion, wrapped an arm around me from behind. “Baby, come to bed. You can process all this tomorrow.”
“You killed Uncle Gary?” I rasped. “Why?”
“Razzle, I’ll fill you in in the morning,” Orion pressed.
“No,” I growled. “What the hell is going on?”
“I really need you to take a beat, chickpea,” Dad said.
Orion turned me to face him and stroked my cheek. “Come to bed.”
