Kai never got to explain what he meant. And I never got to ask. I wasn’t sure I wanted to understand why or how I belonged to Ender. But it was clear, it was because of my face. It was his late wife. I wasn’t sure if he hated her or loved her. And I wasn’t sure why I was even there. To pay for a crime I didn’t commit? Well, yes. But after that day at the cell, something shifted between us. His rage was channeled into something else, and my hate…….
I shook my head, not wanting to even think about it. I was just happy that Kai was doing a lot to keep me away from Ender. So I barely saw him, except in passing, and in those times, I ran, ignoring how every cell in my body awakens at just the mere sight of him.
He never sent for me, which I think was way worse. My dreams were plagued with him
