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“I was going to kill you, actually.”
Milo’s face turns ghostly white.
“But seeing as how that would upset my little girl, I opted not to,” he muses like it’s the most normal thing on earth.
“How many more have you killed?” he asks.
“Plenty,” Kai responds. “More than I can count on two hands.”
“And was she there?”
I blush again. “That kill was actually mine. Along with a bunch of others.”
He sighs softly, shaking his head, and rubs his forehead with his fingers. “I should’ve known it wouldn’t skip a generation.”
“Wait … What?” Felix mutters. “You knew? All this time? And you didn’t say anything?”
“You think I don’t know what you’re both capable of?” my father retorts, tilting his head. “You’re my flesh and blood. Iknowthat insatiable hunger. Why do you think I told you to stop fighting? I knew you two would be dragged to that dark side if you didn’t.”
“Wow,” Milo mutters, snorting. “This is a turn of events.”
“Dad,” I mutter. “I …”
“You don’t have to explain yourself.”
He places his hand on my shoulder, and memories flash through my mind like a movie running at two-hundred times the normal pace. My tiny self, searching for the bathroom, finding a light on in my brother’s room, seeing my mother in his bed …
The gun from the cabinet … and a firm hand on my shoulder.
A sharp breath follows.
“Dad …”
“What is it?” Dad says.
Tears well up in my eyes. “You didn’t kill Mother, did you?”
I look up into his eyes, which yield to my gaze like only a father’s eyes would when he’s tried so hard to protect his daughter from reality.
My lips part. “I did, didn’t I?”
This truth has haunted my soul for years.
It takes him a few seconds to reply. “Yes.”
His face contorts with a pain unlike any other, and he pulls me away from the boys only to hug me so tightly all the waterworks begin to flow.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” His hand wraps firmly around my hair, stroking me. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You did the right thing.”
“I killed her,” I say.
Felix stands in the corner, silently watching us, but the pained look in his eyes makes me cry even harder.
“You saw something unforgivable, and when I found you in his room with that gun, I took it from you.”
“You told me you were the one who shot her,” I murmur against his chest.
