“Not tagging along?” Conall asked Rory.
Without replying, Rory dropped down at the other end of the sofa, eyeing Conall. After a long moment he said, “He thinks I don’t know what he is, what you are—what I am, and Molly and my folks. He’s wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look, I don’t know you, which sort of makes this easier, if that makes sense.”
“It does, although from what I understand you’ve known Deke for less than a day.”
“I know.” Rory chewed his lip. “Just hear me out. Okay? I knew almost as soon as we met what he is, and I’d bet he knew what I am, but he didn’t say anything so I figured he thought I didn’t know, but I do. I have since I turned eighteen and Dad took me on a camping trip. At least that’s what he said it was going to be.”
“You found out otherwise.”
“Big time. We’d been
