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Micah
I still couldn’t believe what I had done.
Gods, I had killed Keisha.
“What are we going to do with her?” I asked in a voice too small, too weak to be mine.
“We should take her with us and give her a proper burial,” Levi suggested. “Like I wish we could have done for Morgan.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak again.
Levi picked her mangled body up and teleported back to NYC. There, he used magic to dig a grave in a small patch of dead grass. A knot formed in my chest as he lowered her body into the hole and filled it with dirt again.
“We should come back later with the others to finish the rites,” Maho said.
They started walking back to the apartment, but I stood there, staring at the improvised grave.
Levi turned back. His hand rested on my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
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