Chapter 59
fifty-nine
Kit
Kit robotically strode in the darkness of the Underground, the burning Favor on his neck forcing his every move as he carried a crying Amelia. Witches — he assumed enforcers — ran past them. Then he heard the first shot.
His heart cracked open. She really did it. Took herself out for that piece of shit. Although Kit knew she’d done it for him, he couldn’t help but be helplessly angry. There had to have been another way, even if he couldn’t think of one.
Then the air popped with the next five rounds, and he didn’t know what to think. Hope and despair warred inside him as he exited the Underground. A mix of Weavers and enforcers had the area completely canvassed. He set Amelia down who was immediately picked up by a worried Mary.
His foster sister then hugged him, but Kit was too numb to do anything. The Favor on his neck cooled slightly, but he knew it wouldn’t heal until the night passed and its conditions were met.
It felt like an eternity until the small army of enforcers resurfaced from the Underground, two stretchers in tow. Drayer Netherton and Gentry. Both soaked in blood.
He rushed over to her, his heart in his throat as a healer worked over her. When the healer stopped pushing spells into her and started compressions for CPR, Kit felt the world crumble beneath his feet. Gentry wasn’t breathing.