I sat down next to Emmet and wiped the tears from his face.
''Don't mourn for him,'' I ordered, ''He doesn't deserve your tears.''
''I'm not crying for him,'' He said, his voice low, ''It's for the man he never was, for the father I wished I had. For you.''
''For me?''
''You had to kill again,'' He told me ''My father was meant to be my kill. Barbra and Emory were yours.''
''What's one more kill?'' I shrugged, and helped him up, ''Let's get out of here.'' Emmet gave me a hug, and I wound my arms around him, ''You'll be okay. You can heal now.''
''Will we ever truly heal?''
''I hope so.'' I whispered. ''Come on, you should wash up and rest.''
''Yeah,'' He pulled away, gave his father one last look, before he took my hand and we walked out.
The King was leaning against the wall with
