“I don’t know. Sometimes spirits we call on don’t want to communicate,” he says.
“That doesn’t sound like Kyle. He would want to. Hell, he would’ve tried to get into your head a long time ago to speak with me. He was always like that. Always trying to talk to me, even when I didn’t want to listen,” I say.
What else could it be? What if—
“No,” Sebastian says.
“I haven’t even said anything,” I say.
“You don’t have to. I can hear you clearly. Kyle isn’t alive, Clarissa.”
“But we can’t reach him. That means there’s a possibility he’s still alive,” I say.
“You saw how mangled he was,” Toshi says. “You saw the bloodstains on the floor.”
“I know, and it doesn’t make sense. But none of this makes sense.
Does any of this make sense to you guys?”
I climb from Sebastian’s lap and turn to face them.
“All of this talk about war and babies and saving the Primals, does any of it make sense?” I ask.
“That is completely different. It doesn’t mean Kyle’s alive,”
Sebastian says.
“But we couldn’t contact him. At all. I couldn't even sense him.
Could you, Theo?”
“No,” he says with a sigh. “I couldn’t.
“Not helping,” Sebastian says.
“I know it sounds insane, but all of this is insane. Me. I’m a product of insanity. I shouldn't exist, but I do. Why is it so hard to believe that Kyle might still be alive?” I ask.
“Because you buried him, Clarissa. We were all there during the funeral,” Toshi says.
“But what if it wasn’t him? What if? What if I buried someone else that day?” I ask.
“You’re reaching,” Theo says.
“I told you this was a shit idea. Now look what you’ve done,”
Sebastian says.
“Out of all the times to posture, this is definitely not the time,” Toshi says.
“If there’s even a chance,” I say with tears in my eyes, “if this was your mate. What would you do?”
They all look at me as darkness falls over their faces.
“Theo,
if this was Gia. What would you do?” I ask.
I see his jaw clench as he holds his tongue.