I didn’t wait for visiting hours.

The courthouse detention center had emergency consultation protocols for a reason, and after last night’s encounter with Marcus Blackthorn’s men, this definitely qualified as an emergency. I’d barely slept, every shadow outside my window making me jump, every car engine sounding like the motorcycle that had hunted me through dark streets.

But underneath the fear was something else—a desperate need to see Kane, to hear his voice, to feel that electric ...