I had intended to let him win all along, but he was a weak little thing. Maybe from being up all night crying. I felt disgusting, I looked aweful, but Angry Cat had struck the last blow.
As Lachlan stepped between us, I let myself be defeated. My housecoat had come off somewhere in the flurry, but I left it on the floor. My stupid, confusing, rediculous job was done. He's had a chance to fight: something that invisible killer hadn't given him. Even if everyone hated me for it.
Especially if everyone hated me for it.
Quietly, I staggerex to my feet and made for the door.