Kit:
Kit went into his own room, where he sat on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
His mind went straight to the earlier incident and he couldn’t help but take a shaky breath. He hadn’t been able to feel the depth of his fear, even when he and P’Kanya had talked about it with Nong Som and P’Kla in the living room because he wanted to keep a strong front, so as not to stress his sister out too much.
But now that he was finally alone… He could remember the fast and loud beating of his heart, and the way his throat had tightened and dried up. And worst of all, he could never forget the look on his sister’s face—those wide, frightened eyes, teeth biting so hard on her lip that she drew blood.
They had a narrow escape from death itself, and even though Kit had watched several horrifying incidents before, this once scared him most since this was the first time P’Kanya was involved.
