A firm knock on the door had Luna bolting up, her disoriented gaze shooting in that direction.

Putting a hand on her chest, she tried to calm down and catch her bearings, reminding herself of where she was before throwing the covers off and hurrying to the door.

She opened it just enough to see Aidra standing on the other side with an assortment of bags at her feet.

“I hope I didn’t wake you,” the woman said, though it didn’t sound like she was too worried if she had, but rather as though the words were the polite thing to say.

Luna barely managed a response before Aidra was stepping into the room, grabbing a number of bags and bringing them in before going back for the rest.

Still a bit bleary-eyed and confused, Luna tried to make sense of what was going on before asking, “Is something wrong?”

“I thought I would deliver your things—I can’t imagine you want to stay in that for longer than you have to.” This, Aidra said while gesturing to the dress Luna still wore. “And a physician should be here in the near future to look you over, so if you want to shower and change …”

She trailed off, though Luna understood what she hadn’t said. “Thank you.”

Aidra nodded. “I’ll give you a moment.”

As quickly as she had entered the room, Aidra was exiting again, closing the door soundly behind her. Luna stood there a moment, looking over the assortment of bags that now littered her floor.

There were jeans in some, shirts in others, and even a few filled with lingerie that was far too pretty to actually be worn. Toothbrush, toothpaste, and enough toiletries to supply a small army were also inside one of the bags.

Grabbing everything she needed, Luna dumped it all on the sink counter, going over to the massive shower and turning it on.

By the time she was walking back out of there thirty minutes later, she felt far more alive than she had before she’d gone in.

Aidra was still waiting just outside the door, but this time she wasn’t alone. One of The Wild Bunch was with her, and unlike last night, his mask was missing along with all the gear he wore. He towered over Aidra, but was only about half a foot taller than Luna was.

His body was angled toward Aidra, allowing only a partial view of the cut of his jaw and the X that was tattooed on his neck.

“Sorry, I—”

He turned as Luna was about to speak, a smile already blooming on his rugged face. “You’re The Kingmaker’s right?”

She didn’t like the idea of being assigned as someone else’s, as though she were property, but she wasn’t bold enough to call him out on it. “Yes.”

Luna had begun to suspect that everyone here had an accent, but his wasn’t like Aidra and Kit’s.

“Fang,” he said, pointing to himself, smiling even wider to reveal the two silver-capped teeth in his mouth—his canines.

Was that how he got his name? “Luna.”

He seemed to study her a moment, as though he found something about her interesting, but whatever fascination he may have felt, he pushed it aside. “I’ll be seeing you, Luna.”

He nodded in her direction before laying a hand on Aidra’s stomach, an intimate gesture before he was heading off.

Now, Luna could understand why Aidra had looked the way she had when she’d asked her about whether or not she was with Kit.

“Do they live here too?” Luna asked, watching Fang disappear around the corner.

Aidra watched him go as well, and Luna thought she might have seen the barest trace of a smile on the other woman’s face. “Only when Nix needs them. You’ll meet the rest when they wake up, but for now, you have an appointment. Ready?”

Luna glanced down at her simple attire of shorts and a shirt. “I guess.”

Aidra led her through a labyrinth of hallways, pointing out different rooms as she went. Luna already knew about the pool downstairs, but Aidra also told her of a weapons room that was down there as well. There was also a media room complete with a projector and two rows of seats, three offices on the main floor alone, as well as guest rooms, another formal dining room, and finally, a room where Kit and a woman were waiting.

Unbidden, her gaze drew to Uilleam’s brother first. He didn’t look nearly as formidable as he had the night before, or maybe it was just that she was looking at him differently after their short conversation when he’d walked her back to her room.

He wasn’t her owner—he had made that abundantly clear—and he had gone out of his way to do something kind for her when he didn’t have to.

His eyes found her before she could cross the floor, scanning over her as though looking for something, but she wasn’t sure what there was to find.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, Luna cleared her throat, looking away from him. “Morning.”

“Luna, this is Emma Hobley—I’m sure Aidra has explained why she’s here.”

“The doctor, right?”

The woman looked like a doctor with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and though she was smiling, there was a clinical air about her.

“I am,” the woman said standing. “We’ll need privacy for the duration.”

Kit whispered something to her that Luna couldn’t hear before he and Aidra walked out and closed the door.

“It’s nice to meet you, Luna. Nix has asked that I perform an exam to ensure you’re healthy. Would that be all right?”

If there was nothing else, Luna appreciated that she was being given a choice in the matter. “Sure.”

“First, I’ll do a cursory overview, and if you’re feeling up to it, we can go from there.”

Though she didn’t outright say it, Luna knew what the woman was alluding to.

They didn’t know, but Lawrence had brought in a doctor every few weeks or so to ensure that she was free of any diseases or STDs—he had seemed to take great joy in how humiliating those exams were.

Emma checked her heart rate first, then her lungs, having Luna draw in deep breaths as she pressed the cold end of her stethoscope against the bare skin of Luna’s back.

Laying a hand on Luna’s shoulder, she had her squeeze and relax her hand as she went over to a bag she’d left on the sofa, pulling packaged needles and tubes from inside, laying the materials on the table beside her.

Sterilizing a small area on Luna’s arm, she gingerly inserted a needle, holding it in place as she connected the tube that went with it. In seconds, blood began to pool inside of it. Once Emma had about three of these, she cleaned her arm, then wrapped it.

As she was maneuvering the gauze around Luna’s arm, Luna felt her hesitate, and knew almost immediately what had caused it. There was a scar there on her inner bicep, one that had healed over time that made it nearly impossible to see unless one was looking for it.

Another product of Lawrence’s drunken rages.

But Emma didn’t comment, making Luna wonder what else the woman had seen before.

Clearing her throat, Emma stepped back. “Do you want to continue?”

She didn’t. She really didn’t, but Luna thought it better to get it out of the way now just so she could have peace of mind.

Emma was very efficient, finishing in record time, and once she did, she snapped off her gloves, tossing them in a waste bin nearby.

“There’s a bit of tearing,” Emma said softly, “but that should heal in a few weeks’ time. I recommend that you avoid any intercourse for now.”

Oh, she had no idea.

Once they were finished and Luna was redressed, Emma put away her things and headed for the door.

“I should have your blood work back within the next few weeks,” she said once she had the door open. “It was nice meeting you.”

Aidra replaced the doctor’s presence in the room, Kit’s voice fading as he walked off with her.

Drawing her attention to Luna, Aidra said, “You must be hungry.”

Yeah, but she was more curious about the conversation Kit was having with the doctor, and if they were talking about her.

But Luna didn’t say any of this, instead taking the almost familiar route to the dining room.

Unlike yesterday when it had felt like the cavernous space was barren, there were others seated around the table—four others, in fact.

She recognized Fang, sitting at one end with a plate in his lap, his feet kicked up on the table. As she and Aidra entered, he dropped down, giving them a two-finger salute, the same way Tăcut had outside.

“You’ve met Fang,” Aidra said with a nod of her head in his direction, then pointed to each of them in turn. “The others are Thanatos, Tăcut, and Invictus.”

Thanatos sat opposite Fang, long blonde hair in disarray, his gaze down on the paperback in his hands. Unlike the other three he was sitting with, he wore a bulletproof vest over his clothes—and whatever he was reading left a prominent smile on his face.

Tăcut, she knew from the night before, and he only looked less terrifying than he had then. When Aidra said his name, he spared them the briefest of glances before turning his attention back to his phone.

Invictus was … odd. He was quiet like Tăcut, but there was an intensity about him that was almost tangible.

Luna wondered what their names meant—Thanatos and Fang she could guess at, but the others were names she hadn’t heard. She also wondered at the stories behind them.

“They’ll only be here for the next few weeks, so they shouldn’t bother you,” Aidra continued, glancing down at the rose-gold watch that adorned her wrist.

“Is all this security really necessary?” Luna asked, spotting another set of highly armed men outside the front windows.

“They’re merely a precaution.”

Yeah, but a precaution from what exactly? “For Kit?”

It would make sense, she reasoned, given his home and the shadowy business practices that his brother seemed to participate in, but she couldn’t imagine it warranted this level of security.

“In a sense, yes.”

As another guard passed, Luna muttered to herself, “Is he expecting an army?”

It was Fang that answered her. “If whoever tries to breach this place wants to get out alive, then yeah, they’ll need an army.”

“Nix should be here shortly,” Aidra said, “Sit whereever you’d like.”

In the light of day, the dining room table felt larger, the decor more vibrant, and once again she was struck with the ridiculous urge that she didn’t belong there, but she ignored it and pulled the same chair out she’d sat in the night before.

She was only there for a matter of seconds before she heard a chair scrape back and Fang appeared at her side, folding muscular arms across his chest. There was a tattoo there along his forearm—the only one that she could visibly see besides the X on his neck. A massive cross.

“Where’d you come from?”

Luna wanted to be surprised that he had come right out and asked, but unlike his friends at the other end of the table, she got the impression that he was always this forthright, but that didn’t mean she was willing to share.

“Does it matter?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you.”

His smile widened. “I’m curious.”

“Then maybe you should ask Kit.”

“I did.”

“And what did he tell you?”

Fang shrugged. “That you were none of my business.”

“Oh.” Luna hadn’t expected that answer.

“So I thought I would come to the source.”

“Nosy bastard,” Thanatos said from his end of the table, green eyes trained on them.

Fang turned his head in Thanatos’ direction with a scowl. “Suck a cock.”

“Language,” Invictus said, though he never bothered to look up—as though this was something they did regularly.

Tăcut just smirked.

“No one else wants to know why she just popped up?”

Thanatos shook his head, going back to his book. “She’s not the job.”

Fang looked at him in mock disgust. “Fucking boring, all of you.”

If she had to guess, they were all around the same age, mid twenties if she had to guess.

She also found that she wasn’t very nervous around Fang.

“Give me something,” Fang went on. “I’m dying here. Even Aidra won’t tell me anything—what’s the big secret?”

Even if she wanted to answer, she couldn’t because she didn’t know either. No one had told her why Uilleam had brought her here.

“Why—”

“Isn’t there something you’re meant to be doing?” Aidra asked as she came back into the room.

Fang’s stance changed as his smile grew. “Not really.”

“Then find something.”

She gestured for him to follow with a crook of her finger, the others pushing out of their chairs to go along. Fang’s amused chuckle still echoed even after they were gone.

Once she was alone, Luna didn’t remain at the table, instead going over over to the windows, peering out.

“I hope you’re not planning on going out that window. The door isn’t very far.”

Luna’s heart skipped a beat as she spun to face Kit. “Just looking.”

“No harm in that,” he said.

Now that he was here, Luna didn’t find the view nearly as interesting—she was more curious about the conversation he promised they would have.

After he had gone off last night, leaving her to her own devices, she had taken the food he’d left and climbed into bed, devouring everything as she contemplated his words. She had mulled them over for hours until her eyes drooped.

“Until your blood work is back,” Kit said, “we won’t be able to start your training until then.”

“Training?”

The door to the kitchen popped open, their food delivered before the man disappeared back the way he came.

“We have a lot to discuss, and while it may be uncomfortable, your time with Emmett and Lawrence needs to be discussed as well. I can’t say that I won’t offend you again, but I’ll mind my words.”

“Why?” Luna asked. “Why is what happened there so important?”

It was one thing speaking about the kidnapping that was seared into the back of her mind, but her time with Lawrence … there was just something about that first event that she could speak of distantly, yet when she even thought about Lawrence, it made her stomach turn.

And just the thought of sharing with him the three long years she had spent as Lawrence’s toy to do with as he pleased—recounting every horrible thing he had ever done had her close to an anxiety attack.

She didn’t want to talk about, nor did she even want to think about him.

More than anything, she wanted to put it behind her and pretend as though it had never happened.

As though he could read her thoughts, he said, “Don’t let anyone have that kind of power over you. It doesn’t have to define you.”

“What do you want to know?” she asked reluctantly.

“Ask the question you want answered.”

“Sorry?”

Before he answered, Kit pulled the dome off her plate, revealing the food beneath—sausage, toast, eggs—a proper breakfast.

“This is fine,” she answered his unspoken question.

“In the future,” Kit went on as he uncovered his own food, “should you want to avoid telling information you don't want to share, you pose a question of your own that will prevent that from happening. This way, the question becomes specific to what you're willing to share.”

“I think I understand.”

“But there are also benefits to obscurity.”

She hadn’t the slightest idea of what he meant. “Uh.”

“Let’s say you were to ask me who I am. I could tell you about my childhood in Wales, or vacations to Greece, or even the way my mother enjoyed watching my father beat me, but that’s not really what you want to know, is it? You would much rather know why Uilleam would bring you to me, isn’t that right?” A corner of his mouth kicked up at the look on her face. “All it takes is a bit of misdirection because now, you’re thinking about my childhood rather than why you’re here.”

Well, shit.

She was thinking about what little he had just told her, and had he not made note of it, she would have asked him about that first before the reason why she was here with him.

“Devil is in the details, remember that,” Kit said cutting into his sausage.

“So why did he bring me to you?”

“Will you answer questions of mine?” he asked, and at her nod, he answered. “He wants me to train you.”

Eating a bite of eggs, Luna chewed a moment. “Train me for …”

“In the trade of dead men—or at least that’s what we like to call it. Most of the unfortunate souls that sign a contract with my brother are as good as dead anyway, so it makes sense. Even if they aren’t, by the time my brother finishes with them, there’s no trace of them left.”

There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but she hadn’t a clue where to start. “What’s the trade of dead men … exactly?”

“Mercenaries.”

Luna frowned. “Isn’t that like an assassin?”

Now, he looked amused. “They’re not mutually exclusive, no. Mercenaries are usually in it for the money, suspending their own moral code in exchange for ones and zeros. Assassins, on the other hand, are a bit more balanced.”

“Why do you say, ‘usually?’”

“My brother has brought together a team of mercenaries—he calls it the Den—to perform jobs for him. Essentially, he took the sophistication of an assassin and paired it with the ruthlessness of a mercenary.”

The idea of what he was saying fascinated her. While she didn’t know very much about mercenaries, she had read about assassins before, and had even seen a few movies—though she couldn’t say how accurate those were.

But it still wasn’t something she could fathom. “Are you one of them?”

“Am I in the trade? Not anymore. Now, I mostly facilitate.”

“Were you one of the mercenaries?”

“Assassin.”

Luna thought of his guards. “And is that what those guys are? The Wild Bunch, I mean They’re assassins.”

“They’re something in the middle.”

“And you said facilitate? What does that mean exactly?”

Sitting his knife and fork down, Kit wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin before resting his elbows on the table. “Let’s say you desire something you can’t get your hands on. Most cases, I can get you what you want, and if I can’t, I know someone that can. So tell me, Luna, what do you want more than anything in the world?”

Her life back.

There was nothing in the world she wanted more than that, but despite that being the answer her head was screaming, it wasn’t the answer she gave, because more than wanting her life back, she wanted to be the one to get it.

“I want him to pay,” she answered instead.

“Him?”

“Lawrence.”

“For what he did to you?”

Luna shook her head. “For what he did to all of us.”

“Then I’ll get you what you want,” he said in return—a promise.

She was lost in his eyes a moment, but she quickly blinked. “I probably couldn’t afford you.”

He drew away, making her realize just how close they were. “That too will change.”

“How do you mean?”

“When you work for the Den, you’re compensated—your pay depends on the job.”

Now, Luna was more confused than ever. “He bought me, only to give me a job?”

Kit laughed, the sound rich and warming. “Don’t question his madness, Luna. I don’t.”

“And you’re to train me?” Luna asked again. “You’re going to teach me how to shoot a gun?”

“And use a knife, among other assorted weaponry that you’ll learn to love.”

When she thought about it, Luna couldn’t even fight. She knew the basic idea of how to defend herself should there ever be a need, but she had never fought anyone, not really. She didn’t think trying to claw Lawrence’s eyes out that one time counted.

“Do you think you’re incapable?” he asked softly.

“I just don’t know if I’m going to be worth what he spent. I never got the chance to finish school—I don’t even know how to fight, or—”

“It should never be why you’re incapable of doing something, but rather understanding your limits and learning to surpass them.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “And I only attended school for the first eighteen years of my life. I learned more through experience.”

“That’s three years more than me.”

And at least he’d had a choice in the matter. She would have much rather had the opportunity to learn things that weren’t very important in the grand scheme of life, rather than knowing nothing at all.

But … she had to admit that the idea of learning how to be a mercenary and potentially getting revenge against Lawrence appealed to her.

Luna wasn’t thinking of it being a job, or the potential risks that came with it, she thought of the vengeance she could mete out, and if she were lucky, be able to get Cat out as well.

“So what do I need to do?” Luna asked with a nod to herself, making her decision.

His mouth curled just the slightest bit. “Eat, for now. Once we have your blood work back, training will begin.”

“Okay.”

“But I still need to know about your time with Lawrence,” Kit said. “It’s not just you that needs to know your limitations. Training that works for one may not work for another—so the more I know about you and what you’ve experienced, the better I can gauge what you need from me.” When she was reluctant to answer, he said, “There’s benefits to purging.”

Luna shook her head, sitting back. “Telling someone all the sordid details isn’t going to make me feel any better.”

Kit shook his head. “Butt keeping it bottled up will?”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Start at the beginning.”

---

Three days she had spent in that warehouse, in relative comfort. She didn’t doubt that it could have been far worse for her—that the men that walked in and out of the place could have beaten her, starved her, or done deplorable things that made her heart race in fear, but they didn’t. Instead, she was just stuck in a room with a makeshift bed.

There was no window in the room, nor was there any other way to leave it besides the door that was always kept closed and locked until someone brought her food. It was a heavy thing, one that she couldn’t open no matter how she threw her body against it and twisted the handle.

But even knowing that she attempted to escape every time someone came in, her captors were surprisingly nice, as though not truly trying to harm her despite keeping her here against her will.

Luna knew it was stupid, but she was thankful for their kindness all the same.

A ransom, she had finally worked out in her head.

That was the only thing that would explain their keeping her, though not harming her. Someone, whoever had orchestrated this, had probably contacted her parents, demanding money for her safe return. And now, it was just a waiting game until the currency switched hands so she could go back home.

Her father had told her stories about the Cartels in their town who would kidnap loved ones in an attempt to extort money from their families—though he had never made mention of Americans doing it as well.

She had to remember that it took time—that it wouldn’t be long before that door opened for good and she was allowed to leave.

She pictured the joy on their faces once she came home. Tears pricked her eyes at the thought of being home, at returning to a life she had taken for granted.

On the third day, it had been the smoke that woke her before the door came crashing open.

“Let’s go,” a man said with voice like thunder as he waved her forward.

“What’s happening?” she asked even as she got to her feet, trying to see past him.

Luna had always been a stubborn girl, even as she had been told to always respect her elders, and this man, who sounded like he was in his late thirties, was definitely her elder.

“Either you die in this fire, or I drag you from here. Your choice.”

Dark eyes without a shred of pity stared at her, and she didn’t doubt for a second that he would do just that—leave her to die. Swallowing nervously, she did as she was told, slowly closing the distance between them, flinching when she felt his hand close around her arm.

She didn’t fight him, allowing him to lead her where he wanted—at least until she saw where they were going.

Parked down below on the floor of the warehouse was a nondescript black van, one that would blend in and not draw attention.

The rest of the place was going up in flames.

She had been engulfed by the show of it to realize that the man that was taking her had pulled a syringe from his pocket, sticking her in the neck and plunging the drug inside into her body.

She was out before she realized it.

It was the gentle rock of the van that drew Luna awake many hours later. No longer did sunlight spill in through the windshield, but rather the waning glow of the moon. She could tell from the way the bag over her head looked especially dark now that she was back awake.

How far had they gone in her lost hours? Was she still in the same place—but even that question would be hard to answer since she didn’t exactly know where she had been taken.

They only drove for a short while longer, that little time spent trying to wiggle her arms free of their restraints, before they came to a grinding stop, the van jerking a bit as it was parked.

She could hear water running just outside the van, making her brows draw together as doors slid open and hands were on her once more to get her out.

The water was closer now, a fountain she thought, before she was swept away. Laughter carried from up ahead as well as the sniffles and soft crying of other women.

It seemed, she wasn’t the only captive here tonight.

More shuffling, stumbling steps, and harsh curses accompanied her until they finally came to a stop, the bag ripped from her head.

Her eyes stung as bright lights assaulted her, and blinked rapidly to try and see around her.

But the light soon dulled as a figure blurred at the edges of her vision before blocking the light out entirely.

“What’s this?” the man asked, though it was weird to think of him as that since he didn’t seem that much older than Luna.

The man from the warehouse stole her attention as he tsked, waving his hand as though the question annoyed him. “Do with them as you will.”

But this man with the blindingly white smile and blonde hair didn’t seem to care about anyone other than Luna. His gaze was fixed on her and her only.

Not lingering, he grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her out of the room, laughing any time she stumbled, desperately trying to keep up with his rapid pace.

He didn’t slow down, not until they reached a rather cavernous space that if she had to guess was his office. Twin bookcases with a painting of a royal figure hanging between them was the backdrop to a cherrywood desk, the items atop it neatly placed.

This time when she stumbled, he allowed her to fall, her knees burning as she slid across the floor. He slammed the door shut and locked it with a flick of his wrist, then looked to her on the floor as she staggered, trying to regain her footing, but that was hard to do with her hands bound.

He went over to his desk a moment and poured a drink, throwing it back with little grace. When he came back over, his eyes were slightly wilder, his smile a little more feral.

“Now where did my father find you?” he asked running a finger along the curve of her face, not deterred by the way she jerked away from him.

Between gritted teeth, she said, “Let me go.”

“Why on earth would I do that?” he asked, truly appearing baffled by her command. “The fun hasn’t even started yet.”

When he brought his finger up to her face once again, this time skimming over her lips, she lashed out, biting him as hard as she could.

“Shit!” the expletive left his lips a moment before he yanked his hand away, but she wasn’t given the chance to smile at her victory when that same hand came back around and he landed a powerful slap to her face, enough to send her head jerking to the side, pain exploding in her cheek.

Luna was dangerously close to tears as her face burned, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

“Stupid little whore. One would think you would try to please me, but if you want it hard sweetheart, that’s all you had to say.”

He stepped out of her view, but he wasn’t gone for long before he was back with a wickedly sharp knife in hand. He held it up for her to see, making her still in her frantic movements to get away.

“Fight me on this and your binds won’t be the only thing cut.”

Even as her body rebelled at the idea of remaining rooted in place, Luna forced herself to stay perfectly still as he used the knife to cut through the ropes around her arms, but despite his words, she did find herself wincing every time he nicked her skin.

Once he was finished, he tossed the blade well across the room, then grabbed hold of a chain that was affixed to one of the legs of his desk and snapped the cuff around her ankle.

It had only been a matter of seconds before she was caught, the steel around her ankle preventing her from getting more than a foot away from the desk.

“A pretty little thing, you are. I always like it when they fight—it’s why I’ve removed the rope” he said almost reverently, and this time when he touched her, she didn’t lash out at him, already afraid of what would happen if she did. “I wonder what you feel like. Are you soft and ready for me?”

A whimper crawled up her throat when he reached for her again, the grip he had on her face so tight that he was pressing the delicate skin of the inside of her cheeks against her teeth. But that pain she could withstand, it was when his other hand started fumbling with her pants that she felt real panic.

“Stop it,” she said slapping at his hands.

“You’re a virgin, no?” he asked with a little laugh. “I’d bet my fortune on you having the tightest pussy I’ve felt in months.”

She punched at him, scratched, slapped, and did everything else in her power to get him off of her. Her screams, God the way she fucking screamed until her voice was hoarse, but he didn’t stop, merely laughed in the face of her fear and pain as he shoved two fingers into her body without the slightest hesitation.

---

Shattering glass drew Luna from the memory.

At first, she thought Kit had done it with his hand, but as she trained her gaze on him, she realized the glass had broke when he’d set it on the table.

There was no mistaking the thinly veiled fury in his gaze mingled with disgust. Her original thoughts about him and his business with Lawrence had obviously been wrong if this was how he reacted.

Now she was seeing the truth.

Kit let out a string of curses as he dried his hands with his napkin, then went about cleaning up the broken glass. “That night, did he …”

He didn’t finish, and from his expression, she thought that he didn’t want to ask the question—as though he were the one that didn’t want the answer.

“Not that night, no.”

He had made it a week.

A week of mentally torturing her and physically bruising her before he robbed her of her virginity and stripped her of her dignity.

“I’m sorry,” Kit said, with such conviction that Luna was blinking at him.

For a man that hadn’t seemed to feel anything moments before, he now seemed affected by what she had just shared.

She wondered if someone close to him had suffered this way, or whether she had been the first.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said softly. It wasn’t as though it had been him to hurt her.

Before he could ask her anything else, she bit a slice of toast, not really tasting the food as she tried to give herself a moment to center herself and banish thoughts of Lawrence again.

But Kit wasn’t done, and even if he looked uncomfortable, he still looked to her and asked, “If you want to continue, I’m listening. If you want to wait, I understand.”

She thought on her answer long and hard, and despite wanting to drop the subject, she decided it would be better to just finish now.

Get it over with.

It would be better to rip the band-aid off in one go as opposed to gradually peeling it off.

As she began to speak, she couldn’t tell who was more upset about what she was saying—her or Kit.