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He put his attention on me. “Yes, mysh.”
“I-I love you.”
“And I love you.” He returned to the painting. “And now I will love them.”
Oh my God. I’m really going to take the Lion down the rabbit hole. Let’s just hope he doesn’t bomb Alice, the rabbit, and the rest.
I let go of my hands and stood straighter. “I saw the little girl before. I thought it was a dream, but I guess I had gone deeper into my head, my subconscious.”
“She is adorable.” He studied her. “Is she your lost innocence?”
“M-maybe.” I gulped down unease. “Apparently, she was the second alter.”
Smart as always, he slipped his gaze to the outline of a woman on the little girl’s left. “And this personality was the first?”
“Yes. She’s called Amber, but I never got to meet her.” Thinking about her made me uneasy again, I went back to twisting my fingers. “She. . .experienced most of the sexual abuse. That’s all that she remembers.”
He gazed at me, and rage flickered in his eyes. If that bastard who hurt me had still been around, Kaz would have tortured him longer than I would have.
Probably even longer than Lunita.
I could see the violence in his eyes.
And. . .I felt so fucking safe.
My nerves calmed. “So. . .there’s a tunnel, sewer thing under the building and Amber hides there a lot.”
“Like you used to hide in the sewers and abandoned tunnels in New York?”
I stiffened. “Y-yes. . .”
So much had occurred, I never put the similarities of that together.
“Amber is why you always felt safe down there.” Kaz nodded to himself, understanding me better than I understood myself. “She is the part of you that eagerly runs into the darkness.”
“Maybe.”
His eyes, always so piercing and discerning, lingered on each representation of my fragmented self with a reverence that made my heart swell and ache in equal measure.
He went over to Lunita, the embodiment of my rage and fighting survival instinct. Those vibrant flowers in her hair were a stark contrast to the darkness she was born from.
“You really did see her.” He pointed at her eyes. “You captured all of the anger in those pupils. The fierce terror.” His voice went low and thoughtful. “But you missed the knife in her hand. Or did she not have one?”
“I was the only one with a knife.”
Again, he snapped his view to me. “Did you cut her?”
I rolled my eyes. “Would you be mad if I did?”
Like the insane man that he was, he chuckled. “Very mad.”
“Well then be mad because I tried my best to kill her on the roof with that knife.”
His face went hard. The chuckling ceased. “And what happened?”
“Why do you forgive Lunita for Olga?”
“Because she is you, and for me, you can never do any wrong. So tell me. . .” The line of his jaw twitched. “What happened when you cut her?”
