No one moved.
Mary's husband.
Kevin's father.
The Guardian of the Prison.
Alive.
"You died."
Kevin's voice broke.
Edmund looked at him.
"I tried."
"Five years."
Kevin pushed himself upright.
"You've been alive for five years?"
Pain crossed Edmund's face.
"It's complicated."
Kevin laughed.
A terrible sound.
"No."
He shook his head.
"No, you don't get to say that."
"Kevin—"
"Mom buried an empty coffin!"
Edmund flinched.
"She cried for you every night for a year!"
"I know."
"You know?"
Kevin's voice rose.
"You KNOW?"
The Heart Tree trembled.
Edmund looked towards me.
"There's no time."
I stepped between him and Kevin.
"There will be."
His silver eyes met mine.
"Little Moon."
My entire body froze.
Clarissa growled.
Only a handful of people had ever called me
