RIKA
My hands were shaking. I could feel it in my fingers, in my knuckles, in the way I was gripping the air between us like I could hold everything together through sheer force of will.
I looked at Kade standing there with Sloane against his chest and I looked at her skin, red and angry and getting worse by the second, and everything else in my head went quiet. There was no room for anything else. Just her. Just the absolute certainty that if he walked out of that room with her she was going to die and I was not going to let that happen.
"Drop her back on the bed," I said again.
Kade looked at me like I had lost my mind. Then something shifted in his face, something slow and calculating, and he laughed, short and sharp and not kind at all. "Liar," he said.
"That's what this is. Tha
