Chapter 37
thirty-seven
Kit
Kit never wandered further than a few floors from Gentry, his nerves so completely shredded that he didn’t know where to go.
Mary and the others would be at the Spinners’ hideout and had no love for Visha.
The one other person who would understand — Samar — was sequestered at the Jumpers under the watchful eye of Georgia, Clea’s apprentice.
Sure, perhaps Clea had pulled the detail because the business with Visha was dealt with, but then again, Kit wasn’t sure if Samar could mourn Visha in the same way he did.
She hadn’t been perfect, far from it, but she’d saved him from a very vulnerable time in his life.
She’d given him a purpose, a little bit of pride to survive his sister Breanne’s rejection of him.
She’d validated his anger at Nona, his sister, and the rest of his siblings for pretending like everything was fine.
While that anger had alienated him from his family, Kit recognized that he’d needed the righteous wrath at the time to protect himself. Visha had protected him. Sure, she’d used him for frivolous things, and that flaw had gotten her killed in the end, but that didn’t make him happy. Far from it.
Kit sat down at a pitch-black hallway window and closed his eyes.
A shady apartment building wasn’t the place to mourn, he knew that, but at the same time he didn’t want Gentry to see how much the woman who’d almost killed her meant to him.
The little magic-less woman would find it pathetic how much he mourned the woman who’d played him like a puppet.
Illogical, she’d say. Kit agreed with her sentiment.
But shared trauma and history had a way of making logic fly out the window.
A few tears escaped his eyes as he realized just how colossally he’d failed the man who’d given his life to protect his own.
At the time, Kit had thought keeping Visha safe would be easy because they would always be together.
He never foresaw the years of killing and greed, the years of jealousy and endless fighting.
It’d been unexpected; Visha’s transformation into someone who was never satisfied with her blessings in life.
Oh Raja, he remembered his father figure, I hope you and Visha are together again. She was always happiest when she was with you. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep her safe.
Kit cried for the dead father and daughter for some time.