Kit swallowed hard, forcing her eyes to leave the word and travel to Eli’s face. He was standing on the side of the fireplace, looking at her, his expression a mixture of regret, sorrow, anxiety, and perhaps a tinge of relief at finally having his secret revealed. Kit said nothing, only waited, certain an explanation would come.
Eli ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and thought for a moment before he finally said, “I wanted to tell you, but I wasn’t allowed to. I’m still not allowed to. If your mother finds out that you know, particularly that I’m the one who told you, she will find a way to end me. You should know that. You can’t tell anyone I’m letting you know, Kit. No one. Not even Cassius.”
Kit’s head bobbed up and down, and for a moment she thought it odd that Cassius of all people had become her greatest confident, not Avinia or Isla. But then, she had stolen his horse, so perhaps there was logic behind it.
