Terrell knew that, didn’t he? He’d met Gage personally, to disastrous results.
“May I see him?”
“No way in hell,” she spat. “He doesn’t talk about you. Ever. But he hates you. And he deserves better than to have you in his life again.”
Terrell shook his head. “Doesn’t he also deserve the right to decide for himself?”
“He did decide. The last two times he saw you.” And made everyone think he’d killed him. “No thanks. You can leave now and consider yourself lucky to still be breathing.” With that, Ken turned and crossed the road, headed back toward camp.
But she stopped when she heard him call out. “Wait! Wait, Kenna, just—just ask him one thing for me. Please? Ask him if he got my cards. And if he kept them. I think you’ll know then whether he wants to see me or not, based on the answe
