“Paedyn.” I sigh again. “Paedyn happened to me.” Kitt chuckles, but the sound is strained. “She certainly is… something.” “You have such a way with words, Kitty.” He shakes his head and runs a hand over his face. “I don’t even have words to describe her but, Plagues, does she never fail to have words for me.” My shoulders stiffen, but I force myself to sound relaxed. “Does she?” He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. She’s the only person who doesn’t tell me what I want to hear, isn’t afraid to speak her mind. And quite often, might I add.”
