I didn’t wait for visiting hours.
The courthouse detention center had emergency consultation protocols for a reason, and after last night’s encounter with Marcus Blackthorn’s men, this definitely qualified as an emergency. I’d barely slept, every shadow outside my window making me jump, every car engine sounding like the motorcycle that had hunted me through dark streets.
Beneath my fear lay something deeper—a desperate need to see Kane, to hear his voice, to feel that electric connection that made everything else disappear. Even the threat of mortal danger couldn't extinguish the longing that had been consuming me since Eclipse. Perhaps it only intensified it.
The guard led me through corridors that felt different at this hour—quieter and more ominous. When he opened the door to the in
