Before Kit could do anything else, he found himself with an armful of Mona. So surprised was he at the sudden contact that he remained stiff-backed for several moments before her warmth seeped into his body and he all but folded into her embrace. Loosely coiling his arms around her back, Kit rested his chin on her shoulder and savoured the touch, the tickle of her breath caressing his ear.
"I'm sorry too," he whispered, turning his head to bury his face in her hair. The scent of vanilla was overwhelming but Kit found it soothing to his senses. "Sorry that you were the one to find what I had done."
With another deep and unneccessary breath, Kit pulled away in order to look at Mona's face without disrupting their embrace. Caught up in the moment, he brushed her hair from her face and looked her directly in the eye, the desire to be truthful prompting his next confession. "I've...I've killed people before, I won't lie. It's in my nature. But never like this. Never so needlessly or violently, and never someone I knew."