Kane went still beside me.
Completely still.
His entire body changed in an instant.
“What is it?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer immediately.
His gaze tracked the vehicles ahead. The angles. The timing.
The driver behind us adjusted position.
The SUV slowed.
The convoy tightened.
Sabine sensed the change immediately. She sat up slightly.
“Reste avec moi,” I murmured, pulling her close again.
Kane’s hand found my knee.
“Listen to me,” he said quietly.
The tone in his voice erased any illusion that the trouble was over.
“Take her home.”
Home.
The Sanctuary.
“What are you?—”
He was already reaching for the door handle.
“Kane.”
He looked at me fully now.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
“Take her home,” he repeated.
“You can’t just?—”
“I can.”
The finality in his voice left no space for debate.
He leaned forward, pressed his lips briefly to my forehead.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
I grabbed his wrist.
