ARIA

Kane's words echoed on and on in my head like they'd been spoken in an empty room. “What?” I heard myself say.

I knew that was possible but it felt like a blow.

He walked toward me, closing the distance and cupping my face in his palms. “They can't. Don't bother your pretty mind. Just get some rest.

” He stroked my cheeks with his thumb and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ears. He was studying my face probably for what he was about to do next.

Without warning ...