I thought Kai was a ghost.
I thought I was dreaming, imagining her standing in the doorway to my lair.
But then she spoke, and I knew Kai was real.
She’s been gone so long. I made sure she would never appear in Miami, in Surrender, in my life. Yet, here she is…
Skinny.
Beaten.
On the edge of death.
Kai shouldn’t be alive. I don’t even understand how she’s standing.
I remember how tiny she was before, but this is on a different level. The years that have passed since the last time I saw her have turned me into a hard machine of muscle. No one would ever mistake me for a boy. Kai should have filled out the curves of her body; instead, she’s thinned into almost nothing. A strong breeze could blow her over. I could snap her frail neck between my thumb and fingertips.
Her clothe
