Kaden shoved his hand into his pocket, fingers engulfing the wedjat eye he kept close. He'd never said quite how much it meant to him, he didn't have those kinds of words on hand, but of course Marcie was observant enough to notice it always lived in his pocket, and there'd been many times since Hecate returned it to him that he couldn't stop fiddling with it.
"Maybe," he muttered. She was right that everyone thought he was dead, he guessed, but the bigger motivator was that he didn't want her leaving the city without him.
But the thought of leaving the city plugged him right into a current of fear. And guilt. Leaving again, when Tragos hadn't been able to. Leaving again, without Lil T.
The eye could help with luck, but not with this. Still, Kaden clutched it tighter in his fist anyway.