Blood dribbled down Cane's lip. Horror filled me, and I scanned his face for any other wounds or bruises. I'd done this to him, hurt him with my power.

"Yield," Cane said quietly once he'd stopped laughing.

I tried to scramble away from him, but his hands came around my hips, holding me in an iron grip.

"I hurt you."

Cane didn't look hurt at all. In fact, he eyed me like I was a hot dog, and it was the fourth of July.

"A little. It's superficial. It will ...