#Chapter 407 – At Odds

Mark stays close at Rafe’s heels as he storms through the palace. Rafe glances back over his shoulder with a frown. “You can go, Mark,” Rafe snaps, annoyed. “You’ve got your stupid protection necklace. No one’s going to snatch you away.” “I can’t go, Rafe,” Mark snaps back, surprising Rafe by how much his brother’s voice matches his own these days, in timbre as well as snappiness. “Mom says you have to babysit me, so here I am. Waiting to be sat.” Rafe turns and gives Mark a little shove on his shoulder. “Would you take this seriously for one minute!?” “I am taking this seriously!” Mark snarls, casting one hand out to the side. “Do you think this is easy for me, being forced to tail along with you even though I’m useless? Do you think I’m not worried about Jesse and June and Ariel!?” Rafe growls, because he knows his brother is. “Yeah, well, you could make fewer jokes. Or you could try harder to learn how to do something -” “I’m not good at this stuff, Rafe,” Mark growls,