raising kane

Raising Kane His fingers bit into her arms and, though the deep scratches had mostly healed, the sting still broke through her mania. She looked up at him and their gazes clashed. “I am the real me.” His voice deepened to something sterner than she’d ever heard him sound. “No, I know what I did. I—why aren’t you gone? You should be gone.” She’d closed down the channel. It always made the conjuring go away. It had worked all day long, while the shaman tortured her with abomination after abomination. His mouth compressed into a thin line and his grip […]