The rest of the ride to White Moon was divided between listening attentively to Kit as he told me about his lost love, and raging silently against Cassie. As if I needed another reason to do so.
It seemed so silly to be envious of someone who was no longer here; more than that though, it was profoundly wrong to ask Kit to forget about Emma completely, as if she had never existed. Our two situations were vastly different, yet I found I could share an echo of his grief, though I had of course lost my first mate under very, very different circumstances. That didn't mean I didn't remember the good times, the laughs, the love. As he talked, an idea was forming in my head, one that would have to wait until we were back at Fire Lake.
The car turned and Kit glanced out the window. "We're here."
