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By the time I catch up to Shauna, she’s found Kit. They’re both standing beneath a nearby tree, cloaked in shadows. Even so, the blood covering Kit’s face and chest is obvious even from a distance. Clearly, he didn’t just come out here for a breath of fresh air.
I reach them just in time to hear Kit’s explanation.
“Everything was going well, I was dancing and enjoying myself. Then I saw him.”
“Jax?” Shauna asks.
Kit nods. “I tried to ignore him, but he came right over, said he wanted to talk. That he didn’t want any bad blood between us.”
“Poor word choice,” Tina mutters.
“Yeah,” Kit agrees. “Then I followed him out here and he told me this whole story about how his whole life he felt wrong, like he was different. Special.”
“Oh man, one of those,” Mac says with an eye roll. “Wat
