Kai awoke in her childhood bedroom. The sun was shining bright in her window. Once when they were thirteen, Cal snuck into her window. Whatever reason he made up for visiting her, she couldn’t recall. She just remembered staying quiet and whispering while they talked. It only ever happened once, and they got in loads of trouble when Charlotte walked in on them sitting on her bed.
The two of them had been grounded for a week, but didn’t otherwise get any harsh treatment from their parents.
If anything, Brady looked at her with sad eyes off and on for a while.
Why she was here, in her bedroom, she wasn’t sure. The last thing she remembered was imagining that knife going through Samael’s face and then it happened.
“Kaiya,” a deep, breathy voice drew her to the bedroom door
