“There was a gasp, a sob of terror, and I opened my eyes, and the boys stood in front of me, whole and alive. I don’t know how. God’s mercy. But the butcher couldn’t let them be. I hadn’t meant to kill him! I shoved him from them and he struck his head on the stone hearth.”
“It wasn’t your fault—”
Nico continued as if he hadn’t heard him. “The butcher’s spirit fled its dying body, bent on its revenge. I had taken a life, and he meant for me to pay.” His voice dropped to a strangled whisper. “I deserve to pay.”
Jamie grabbed his arm. “That’s not true. You saved those children. What Piter chose to do afterward was because of his own black and twisted soul.”