Rafe Sadler Novels & Stories

We all stare at him. He lets out a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t say anything since he doesn’t know about it himself yet, but Rafe is going to be heading to San Francisco, Damien explains. “What? No…” I shake my head. “No! Come on, we just got this thing working!”

“Why would I interrupt her peaceful sleep for this ridiculous thing Nathaniel thinks he's accomplished?” Rafe examines me again, this time more seriously. “You’re calm,” he notes. “I’m not calm.” “Well, you’re not breaking anything,” he retorts. “That comes later. And your jaw will be the first thing I break.” He laughs heartily this time, clutching his stomach. “Ah! There’s the Slade I remember.” His laughter subsides a bit as he leans back against the parapet beside me, folding his arms. “So what’s the plan? Should we mirror the signal? Feed him curated locations? Maybe stream some educational content. Nature documentaries. Teach him about migration patterns.”

Rafe laughed heartily, his demeanor so different from before. He seemed much more alive and approachable now, almost like a new person. "Did you hear about Faghri? He's going to run for president," Rafe announced, taking me completely by surprise. Faghri, once notorious for his ruthless ways, had transformed himself into a respectable figure, and now he was eyeing the presidency. "Rafe, you're serious, aren't you?" I asked, looking for confirmation in his expression. He nodded solemnly, confirming the surprising news.

the heir asked, stepping closer. “Barely,” one of the riders answered. “Found him wedged under the cages when the fire took hold. Could be a prisoner. Could be worse.” The man gave a dry, rasping laugh. “If I wanted you dead,” he said, voice low but steady, “I wouldn’t have let you burn the beasts.” Eolan’s hand went to his sword. “Name.” “Rafa,” he said, as if that explained anything. “Once a scholar in the Creed’s service. Now… someone they’d rather see buried under snow.”

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

I said congratulations and he said thank you and we both pretended it was ordinary for the rest of the meal and then he cried a little on his way out and he thinks I didn't see and I did. She wrote: Rafe is seventeen. He has been on the patrol for six months. He came to my office last week not with a matter but just — to talk. To think something through out loud. He sat in the chair across from my desk and talked about what he wanted to do with his life and I mostly listened and occasionally said something and at the end he said thank you and I said come back anytime and I meant it. She looked at what she'd written. She wrote: The second year is different from the first. The first year was t

he added, so Sage breathed deeply. “Alright,” he said to Rafael, and he sat beside me. “Thank you,” Rafael said, and he bowed to us. Then, he left. After what happened, I irritably looked at Sage, then I talked, “Are you serious Sage? You believe in him?!” I irritably asked, so he laughed sarcastically. Then, he spoke. “No one can outsmart me, it was obvious he was lying,” he said and looked at me seriously, “I am readying my trap to catch the killer,” he said.

she murmured, gazing up at me with a furrowed brow. I gave her a small, tired smile. “Yeah. Just drained.” She nodded, her expression sympathetic. “I know. But it’s over now, right?” Releasing a long sigh, I said, “I think it is. I think Ralph is serious about wanting to be in Megan’s life someday. I’ve offered him a path for that to potentially happen. If he’s smart, he’ll stay on it.” “I think he will,” Sadie murmured. “For all the terrible things he’s done, I think he really does love her. Deep down, he wants the best for her…and that’s us.”

There was a longer pause this time. "I have someone," Rafael said. "His name is Dante Reyes. He's been with me six years and he's the best tactical mind I've got. And I'm including you in that." "You're flattering me." "I'm not, actually," he said. "I need you to hear it so you take him seriously when he gets there, because he's not going to defer to you on everything and you're going to want to throw him out the first day. Don't do that."

"Me, Natalia, probably Sloane too if she'd admit it" I grabbed my water bottle, drank half of it and I didn't look at him. Rafe wasn’t just someone that trained with my men, he is a friend also. Rafe left around ten thirty, said something about meeting his girlfriend for lunch. I stayed and I did another circuit, my legs this time, squats and lunges til my thighs were screaming again, then I moved to core work, planks and crunches and that thing where you hold yourself up on the bars.