Kane’s POV
Five days have passed, and despite a weird desire deep within me that tries to make me do so, I don’t go back to Brandy’s house to check on her. After she woke up curled up against me, it kind of freaked her out, so I thought it best to give her some space. Now though, I’m getting itchy, it’s been a long f.ucking week with only my right hand for company, and I’m a little bit worried my balls are going to fall off from how blue they are.
I glance at my phone screen, wondering how to word the text I’m about to send to the communications manager. Is, ‘how is the red river? Still flowing or have you built a dam?’ to crass? Maybe.
‘My Grimfield? Are you ready?’ a tentative voice calls out to me as I look up from where I’m perched on a small wall to find a tall, gangly legged kid o
