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this pizza in your face.”
    He smiled, amused by her threat, but
answered, “The Kayadon are here for you, sweetheart.”
    “ Why?”
    He frowned. “You really don’t know?”
    “ I don’t play stupid for
fun, Cale.”
    He cocked his head and something
unfathomable passed behind his eyes. Finally, he replied in a
hushed tone, “Four hundred years ago, the Kayadon attacked your
home. I assumed you knew…” He trailed off at her expression. She
figured she must look like she was about to be sick.
    “ It was them?” The sudden
tightness in her throat made her voice sound wrong. After all these
years of not knowing, she finally had a name to hate, a face to
replace the shadow of her nightmares. The memory of that day
brought with it all the feelings she’d tried to bury. She covered
her face mostly to hide the pain, but also to hide the
guilt.
    She wished Cale would say more but he
remained quiet. Like a typical male, he became uncomfortable when
tears threatened, but she didn’t try to hold them in. And at this
point, with her frayed emotions, it would be dangerous to do
so.
    “ What happened?” she
managed to say.
    “ I, uh, don’t really
know.”
    “ Huh? I don’t
understand.”
    “ There’s a lot of stuff I
need to tell you, but…” He gazed around the room in an exaggerated
move.
    She grabbed a napkin and wiped away the
dampness around her eyes. He was right, of course. This didn’t need
to be done here. “Alright, let’s go.”
    Cale pointed to her half-eaten pizza. “You
gonna eat that?”

Chapter 6

     
     
     
    After Cale scarfed down the rest of her
slice, they hopped a cab heading for her apartment. The smell of
smoke hung thick in the air. A few more police cars with their
lights flashing passed by in the direction of Little Jitters. Kyra
wondered how big the fire had become. Or maybe they had already
declared it to be arson.
    Fat drops of rain began to spatter across
the windshield, steadily increasing in frequency. That should help
in keeping the flames in check, she thought.
    Once in her apartment, Cale made himself at
home, heading straight for the couch and stretching out. The rain
came down harder now, banging against the glass balcony doors like
tiny drumsticks.
    Fluffing her damp hair with one hand, she
flipped on the television and switched to the news. On the screen,
a helicopter hovered, providing a view of smoke billowing from the
familiar alleyway, while a newscaster interviewed a police officer
at the scene. He didn’t have much to tell.
    “ They won’t find anything
that resembles a body,” Cale reassured.
    “ That doesn’t mean they
won’t figure it out,” she said. Although, alien carcass would be
the last thing they’d consider.
    Realizing Zoey would probably be worried,
Kyra pulled out her phone and scrolled to her name. While it rang,
she pointed to Cale’s muddy boots resting on the arm of her couch
and added a meaningful look.
    He just raised a brow.
    She was about to order him to take them off,
but the fact that Zoey wasn’t picking up alarmed her. She usually
answered after the first couple of rings. A robotic voice said,
“Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging
service—”
    She hung up, cursing under her breath. To
Cale, she asked, “They wouldn’t have gone after her, would
they?”
    “ Your dark haired friend?
There were no Kayadon around when you sent her off.”
    “ How do you
know?”
    “ I can smell ‘em. Smell
like aged socks.”
    Well, that was comforting, and kind of
gross.
    “ Huh. Maybe she’s just
talking with Kevin.” She tried to let that thought ease her mind,
but it didn’t help much, so she called back and left a message.
Before hanging up, she added, “Oh, and I have your mom’s
urn.”
    When she finally sat, the cushy chair felt
like a giant puff of cotton. If it weren’t for her unanswered
questions, she would have fallen asleep right then. “Alright, Cale,
start talking.”
    He pushed to sit up.