Kane didn’t close the door behind himself but his presence pulled the room inwards anyway. She folded her arms as she turned to face him, the blood-curdling images she had witnessed inside of Jessie’s shadow remaining the cause of the tension in her chest. ‘How much do you know?’ she asked. ‘How much of that prophecy are you aware of?’ ‘I know more than I care to,’ he said, handing her the pencil and paper. ‘Kane, it’s horrendous.’ The look in his eyes negated the need for words. ‘For how long?’ she asked. ‘How long have you known?’ For the second time in as many days, she saw him hesitate. ‘We’re born with it. It’s our job to know everything about our kind.’ The urge to reach for him almost overwhelmed her, but she made herself hold back. Everything in his composure told her this was official business, and he was there to conclude it. ‘When you said reading you would kill me, it wasn’t just so I wouldn’t know about the cure, it was so I wouldn’t see the prophecy too, wasn’t it?’ ‘Reading me without my consent will kill you, Caitlin.
